The cushioned throbbing of a velvet moon   And the pregnant aching of an empty womb   The endless echoes of the noise we made   And the repercussions of each hand grenade   There's aeroplanes and dragonflies   And infinite September skies   There's anthems of utopias   And creeping wars and glaciers      Just listen...      Is there music in there?      Arrived within the creeping hearse   Vibrations from the universe   Awash with the glittering of city lights   The mouse choir whispered through the endless nights   All alone to ride upon the froth   The human dreamt of taking off   Eventually, time corrodes the brain to rust   And all those dreams into diamond dust      Just listen...   Violins and orchestras   For death and speculation   We've got just enough time         I felt the closeness of monsters as we slept   And the creaking of hands where masons met   The loneliness of a shooting star   And the beating of drums where the wild things are   And somewhere beneath the moon   A sonic boom, peeled off from a wing   Into the dark, into each heart   I heard the angel sing:      "Que sera sera -   Whatever will be will be"      For death and speculation   Well there's just enough time   For each final seperation   We've got just enough time   Away on the breeze   My evanescent memories   Well I can feel them   But I can't remember them   Well I can feel them   Slipping away