Oh, joys are us, the Sun has come again to hold you Sailing out the doldrums of the week The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you It's all around you, out here And if the whole world is crashing down (on you) Fall through space out of mind with me Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising Blows all the shadows far away The falling of the whole empire is here, to hold you Rolling out and haunted till it sleeps Little memories, marching on Your little feet, working the machine Say will it spin, will it soar? My little dream, working the machine Soon, like a wave, empires will fall And closing in on my room, they're building walls Little memories Your little feet, working the machine Say will it spin, will it soar? My little dream, working the machine Soon like a wave, empires will fall And closing in on my room, they're building walls