The calming warmth of the golden skies
Brings dreams to roaming minds and tears to weathered eyes
The child quickly grows and gets wise to the word insanity
In time it may be told that we destroyed what was left of humanity
Give it up, give it up, whatever this is that I've got
Make a toast with an empty cup, here's to the kings and the cowards
And when we're suffering, suffering, I'll say I'm sorry but I'm not
What would you do with your final hour?
With eyes unfazed
We'll watch the cities we built set ablaze
We'll find, when they fall, we burnt our own prison walls
For a day only dreams will recall
The latent king with too much pride
The coward's selfish glance, from the shadows where they hide
But when they bring the gavel down, I don't expect anyone will understand
But things will come around and give the bravest of us a second chance
Knuckle down, knuckle down, a retribution so sublime
Here I stand with my feet on the ground and my head in the rafters
Generate, generate, the rebellion of our time
The story's ending, whatever ever after
With eyes unfazed
We'll watch the cities we built set ablaze
We'll find, when they fall, we burnt our own prison walls
For a day only dreams will recall
Golden sunshine, a soothing summer breeze
Wasting time while kings and cowards built our dreams
So are you happy?
Are you happy?
Are you happy?
Give it up, give it up, whatever this is that I've got
Make a toast with an empty cup, here's to the kings and the cowards
And when we're suffering, suffering, I'll say I'm sorry but I'm not
The story's ending, whatever ever after
With eyes unfazed
We'll watch the cities we built set ablaze
We'll find, when they fall, we burnt our own prison walls
For a day only dreams will recall
Artist: Marc Bolan
Artist: Roy Woods
Artist: Christine Evans