set me up, make me cry, the last thing I do is want to die
far and wide the girls turn their heads, my gaze never met
Questions never answered, not the least for lack for asking
a million years? forty thousand even? maybe perspective in 4D
A real live nephew of my aunt Mary, born on the Feast of She
Immemorial of all Gods, Adam marches on.. and on.. and on...
A bright Blue Flash, throughout the Aether, echoes and cries I here
An answer, hidden in the skies.... Why hide the Son?
Through the night, with the light from Sea to shining Sea
Our fire burns bright, and in your eyes I see the memory of Sky
Father Time, born without regard for Chance or Choice
Echoing through the Aeons, our blood runs thick and deep
What's in a name, anyway? Mars and Saturn for One.