heavenly times, the world at your fingertips
light purple dawn on a shadowless sky;
in a place where the heroes swing hammers and axes
an old man moves graciously for the last time.
on a great frozen waterfall, smashing and kicking
the old man is tired, an old man is tired.
woman, i miss you, i’d like to come home
but there’s nothing inside and i’m very alone.
this body won’t take it, i know i won’t make it.
but i’ll hold on
dream of me then