[Intro]

[verse]

A needle sews the fabric

Of the empire of the sun,

Spinning wheels of magic

No favor is undone

[chorus]

We traipse across the meadows

Like children in our glee

So pleased to have the memory

Of being you, not me.

[verse]

Tiger tiger tiger

Prowling through the grass

The liars fire ires

The gardeners last gasp

A rope a snake and rabbit

Were playing on the moon

Until clarity abandoned

The empires golden tomb.

[chorus]

We traipse across the meadows

Like children in our glee

So pleased to have the memory

Of being you, not me.

Of being you, not me

Of being you, not me

[verse]

Lots of pots of spots of coffee

Wake me from my slumber

To tumble, humble bundled

Until we last a little longer

Your eyes tell lies inside

You head and glamour glimmers glibly

Gently churning burned wood ferns

In ashes to the sky guy

Whose preliminary centerpiece

Enters into ages

[chorus]

We traipse across the meadows

Like children in our glee

So pleased to have the memory

Of being you, not me.

[Harmony vocals to fade]

Of being you …

… children in our glee

Not me …

Memory

Children in our glee

Of being you not me

Not me

Not me