Heady days, in a world where the memories play
In a blur, soft focus and slipping away
You and I, oh we can have the strangest times
Sunlight fades (sunlight fades), we are night-flies around a white flame
Nothing's real (nothing's real), without purpose or notion of shame
Hand in hand, in some aurora or in the twilight
Led astray, come away with me in the moonlight
In later years, we will be gripped by trivial fears
You and I, oh we can have the strangest time