text: Oh, joys are us, the sun has come again to hold you
  Sailing out the doldrums of the week
  The polyphonic prayer is here, its all around you
  Its all around you, out here
  And if the whole world is crashing down 
  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 you, theyre going on
  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
  Closing in on you, theyre going on