Can you feel the wind
Of venus on your skin
Can you taste the crush
Of a sunset's dying blush
Stars will always hang
In summer's bleeding fang
Can you feel the rings
Of saturn on your finger
Can you taste the ghosts
Who shed their creaking hosts
But seas forever boil
Trees will turn to soil
Stars will always hang
In summer's bleeding fang
Seas forever boil
Trees will turn to soil