While the world stood still around usnWe drove, dreamless, lost and found againnAround towns, adrift and nameless, nThrown in mad arrangements, nBruised with orange light. nnThis could be the end of the world, nSmoke and curls and the screaming bellsnWhen I awoke, I couldn't tellnnIn the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavensnSee the faceless phantoms of the chosen sevennAnd your wild abandon, well you look like deathnAnd will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavensnnWhile the world stood still around usnWe drove, dreamless, lost and found againnAround towns, adrift and nameless, nThrown in mad arrangements, nBruised with orange light. nnIn the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavensnSee the faceless phantoms of the chosen sevennAnd your wild abandon, well you look like deathnAnd will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens