All the screens are filled with heroes and losers 

but the sky's still filled with stars 

this junky palace might be on fire 

til the winners lose desire 

let it go let it go. 



So tell me what you see 

tell me what you hear 

if it's the same as me it's the golden age. 



Big brother tries to stitch and bend 

but channel surfers find new friends 

see freedom's silhouette increase 

its time to claim that sweet release 

let it go let it go. 



I can see a purple patch of jacaranda 

framed in eucalypt from this wooden floored verandah 

heading past the watermark 

heading for the hills 

heading for the edge of time 

heading for the thrills of the golden age. 



Now tell me what you see 

and tell me what you hear 

if it's the same as me it's the golden age. 



Now everybody's talking about the golden age.