Oh, joys are us, the Sun has come again to hold you
Sailing out the doldrums of the week
The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you
It's all around you, out here

And if the whole world is crashing down (on you)
Fall through space out of mind with me

Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Blows all the shadows far away
The falling of the whole empire is here, to hold you
Rolling out and haunted till it sleeps

Little memories, marching on
Your little feet, working the machine
Say will it spin, will it soar?
My little dream, working the machine

Soon, like a wave, empires will fall
And closing in on you, they're going on

Little memories
Your little feet, working the machine
Say will it spin, will it soar?
My little dream, working the machine

Soon like a wave, empires will fall
And closing in on you, they're going on