I was riding into space on a green afternoon
A dying ember sparked up a heavenly flame
Wisdom torn across desert sands into dust
A hair of difference matters to the wind in the pines
Casting brittle fingers pointed to the rest of the world
Wisdom torn across desert sands into dust
A simple picture of fiction tells a world of cost
Dampened dark tides coming out of tomorrow
Wisdom torn across desert sands into dust
I was riding into space on a green afternoon