All eyes ablaze We saw her in the old light Oh Oh, in the old light Seventy years to fly Closer to sunlight Oh oh, to the sunlight She sings to the stereo Making dirty pictures With her hands in the lamplight And knows where the mourners go We'll sing a coronach Bringing you back from the greylight He climbs in the car and goes Screaming through the streets Heart and his lungs and computer Listens to every beat Whispering a sleep If there's a drift from the old norm Years are a trifling thing Passing in an eye's blink Oh oh in an eye's blink Forty five years gone by In nothing but a day's time Oh oh, in a day's time Taking to take take to take