Each evening the sun sets in five billion places,
Seen by ten billion eyes set in five billion faces,
Then they close in a daze and wait for the dawning,
But the daylight and sunrise
Are brighter in our eyes,
Where night cannot devour golden solar power
Once we were dammned now I guess we are angels
For we passed though the dark and eluded the dangers
Then I awoke with a start to startling changes
All the tension is ended,
The sentance suspended,
And darkness now sparkles and gleams.
And it all seems larger than life to me
I find it rather hard rather hard to believe.
So I stand as the sound goes straight through my body,
I'm so bloated up, happy, I can throw things around me.
And I'm growing in stages, and have been for ages,
Just singing and floating and free.
It's a heavenly pop hit
If anyone wants it.
It's a heavenly pop hit,
It's something that we're humming as
We swoop low on trees, or we sweep under carpets,
We can dive into suns though its not recommended,
We can hover, silent, and listen, closely...
It all seems (all seems)
Larger than life to me
I find it (find it)
Hard to believe
So where was our home,
Well, our home was in tears,
For it's fruit has gone bad,
They'd been that way for years
Yet their lives are elastic,
They should be fantastic,
They should be expanding.
It's a heavenly pop hit,
If anyone wants it.
It's a heavenly pop hit,
For anybody,
Oh, for those that still want it.
Readers of Rudolf Steiner will understand the deep unconscious meaning of this song. Mankind, hearken! The sunlight is coming to your sleep.