We take all the telescopes. And we turn them inside out. And we point them away from the big sky. Put your eye right up to the glass, now. And here we'll find the constellation of the heart.
Down in the cellar. You're getting into making poison.. You slipped some on the side,. Into my glass of wine,. And I don't want any coffee--homeground..
[Kate Bush Cover]. . I still dream of Orgonon.. I wake up crying.. You're making rain,. And you're just in reach,. When you and sleep escape me.. You're like my yo-yo.