Yeah yeah, ah ah ... yeah
ah ah, yeah, yeah ... ooh-oo-ooh

I holler down from my window
I feel my senses swell
And there's a golden note of silence
Before you push my bell
And I smile at you peachy
You kiss me on the cheek
And I lead you up my stairway
And show you my next week

Whoa uh ah

 [bad word] 
In this body under silver lamplight
Lives this seeker for a dying breed
Making it fly like a golden eagle
Takin' me off in your city machine

In this body under silver lamplight
Lives this seeker for a dying breed
Making it fly like a golden eagle
Takin' me off in your city machine

Oh, open up those pages
Sure, show me prints of blue
And let's build this m'f-er
see what it can do

yeah-ah!
oh oh oh oh oh!
Steppin' inside of your golden eagle
Gettin' on board your city machine

It seems like a long, long time since we left
Much longer than we thought we had.
Watching those hills turn to stones,
Those clouds shrink in to rabbit tails...
And all we took was your love, and my love
And a handful of memories scattered like ashes over a tiny ocean

Whoa-uh-ah

In this body under silver lamplight
Lives this seeker for a dying breed
Making it fly like a golden eagle
Takin' me off in your city machine

In this body under silver lamplight
Lives this seeker for a dying breed
Making it fly like a golden eagle
Takin' me off in your city machine