Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and
Round your eyes and in the pockets ot the tide
meeting place by night
Sequin covered swans, that are used to make
Their own mosaic's. [bad word] 
An exponential fate
The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that [bad word] and go
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below
whiporwhill will in flight, turns east towards westphalia
Insearch of lost time, with the magic of [bad word] light
Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our themepark
And falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light
The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that [bad word] and go
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below
Galloping galloping beams faster...
Joining together and still faster...
Onwards past never and still faster...
Always past never and still faster...