Take - Tunng

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

And computer listens to everything, whispering asleep if 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 sunlight