The throne of time 

Is a kingly thing 

From whence you know 

We all do begin 

And dressed as you are girl 

In your fashions of fate 

Baby it's too late 



Shallow all the actions 

Of the children of men 

Fogged was their vision 

Since the ages began 

And lost like a lion 

In the canyons of smoke 

Girl it's no joke.