Oh, oh
Oh, oh

The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon
It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn

We watch new things with old eyes
Like strangers with no hearts
Stuck in our glory days
Among strangers building walls

And I speak calmly to the trees
Tryin’ to give them hope
And however slowly time
Destroys our common grounds

The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon
It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

We hear old words with new ears
Like young ones with no remorse
Stuck in the past no more
Among losers without shame

And I speak calmly to the trees
Tryin’ to give them hope
And however slowly time
Destroys our common grounds

The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon
It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn
The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon

Oh, oh
Oh, oh