Days seem shorter than they are,
Finished counting all the stars
Feel the years wind down again,
Another paycheck to cash in.
May the Lord of flesh and bones
Leave you some to call your own,
As we slowly feel our way
Through another shapeless day
Up the hill to sow some seed,
Nostalgia's warmth is all we need
Past disappointments turn to steam,
We're superheroes in our dreams
Throw the radio up high,
Watch it drown out half the sky
Synaesthesia colored blue,
Aquaman knows what to do…