The Cube

Us, two ancient souls, sitting under the sun
 Having a crystal moment
 After centuries of being apart
 We meditate in silence
 Ah, the gentle warmth of the sun
 The days are so soft here
 You can't hear the screams, just around the corner
 I wish I was golden, a golden light
 So wise and magical
 Our days are numbered, in the house of the holy ghost
 The world is so violent and we've both seen it well
 It's the time of the beast and it's not so gentle
 Our hearts are two lions
 The days are so soft here
 You can't hear the screams, just around the corner
 I wish I was golden, a golden light
 So wise and magical