Oh, joys arise, the sun [bad word] again to hold you
Sailing out the [bad word] of the morning
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 [bad word] Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Those are the shadows far away

The falling of the whole empire, it's here to hold you
Rolling out and haunted till it sinks

Noodle (Little Dragon):

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

Soothe like a wave
It passes far
Closing in on the moon
From where we are

Little memories
Your little feet working the machine
Will it spin? Will it soar?
My little dream working the machine

Soothe like a wave
It passes far
Closing in on the moon
From where we are