There's something about fading memories seeming to linger on The stars are remnants of long ago Like the story of Timbuktu telling us who we really are Those days are Still with us buried deep within Times are intervals on this Cosmic Plane Those who tried to warn us were locked away Not to be seen
Until they can find the ships bell then they can’t say it the Cotopaxi for sure
There's something about
fading memories
seeming to
linger on
The stars are
remnants of
long ago
Like the story of
Timbuktu
telling us who
we really are
Those days are
Still with us
buried deep within
Times are intervals
on this Cosmic Plane
Those who tried
to warn us
were locked away
Not to be seen
world is toast