All eyes ablaze
We saw her in the old light, whoa, in the old light
Seventy years to fly closer to sunlight, whoa, to the 
sunlight
She sings to the stereo, making dirty pictures with her 
hands in the lamplight
And knows where the mourners go
We'll sing a coronet, bringing her back from the grey 
light

Climb through the car of girls
Screaming through the streets, hard at his lungs
there's a drift from old mall

Years are a trifling thing
Passing in an eye's blink, whoa, in an eye's blink
Forty five years go by in nothing but a day's time, whoa, 
in a day's time

Take take take take take take

All eyes ablaze
He saw her in the old light, whoa, in the old light
Seventy years to fly closer to the sunlight, whoa, closer 
to the sunlig-