Heaven's down and Hell is up. All rights reversed. Driven by the planets and their movements. . Well, down on earth. The primal chaos is pushing backwards.
Sailing silver waves. Through the skies and 'round your eyes. And in the pockets of the tide. A meeting place by night. . Sequin covered swans. They're used to make their own mosaics.
Good thieves of burning cars. Encircle poisoned rivers, minds and hearts. Horses want to dance. But find their wings are damaged, water damaged. . Gold is selling out.