Well it's got nothing to do with anything that is realnYou just believe in it and it's truenYou can sooth like an angel or sigh like a saintnYou can dream it and see it throughnYou will live to see a sea of lightsnSparking on the face of a pearlnClimb your own peaknFind a new streaknnGet yourself along to the world party (party!)nNow you've been building for yourself a cool place in the sandnYou're thinking that it's mighty finenYou've got dust in your eyeballs, you got mud in your mouthnBut it's your head, it ain't minenI've got a madman of my own to contend withnCursing in the cave of my skullnTurn the other cheeknFind a new streaknnGet yourself along to the world party (party!)nWell I heard a rumour of a golden agenSomewhere back along the linenMaybe I dreamed it in a whisper ornHeard it in a spellnIt was something to do with the sign of the timesnAnd the only thing that I remembernIs a summer like a pretty girlnWho shimmers and shinesnMoving in timenShaking to the beat of the heart of the worldnnParty (party! party! party! party! party! party! party! party! party!)