The Golden Age

Slowly, I wake from a dream to be in another dream
Where everything moves to the beat of a resonating drum
It rings louder and louder and longer and longer
All the way to the border
And back to when we were young and out of our minds
Out of our minds
Slowly, I fall into a dream to think that’s just a dream
As breathing in and out with my beating heart
It beats louder and louder and longer and longer
All the way to the border
And back to when I was young and out of my mind
Out of my mind