Your age is not filtered through some novels Old age space age new age lost in the bits of Saturn Returned after so long it's still the same song Coming through The stanzas picked at already and glistening now open Solid silver models misplaced on the racetrack Given to the kids now so that they know that It's a grand race to forget and forgive We're staying silent for this one Bracing ourselves for rejection Who knows where they came by that forgotten corner That tiny triangle who knows where it spun from The spindle the cotton of time leaves no trace and everything Trends downwards again god and the ghosts trend downward too And take a late last bow We're staying silent for this one Bracing ourselves for rejection