High inside the mansion of the ancients
Blind to all the mysteries of creation
We were ensconced in a parlour with
The statue where it dons
Wedding gowns for a slumber
Next to the wonder, backs to the thunder
And close to the sun
I want you my love, but I feel destined for a different sort of medicine
I’ve got to transcribe what’s inside into these cylinders of Edison
Faces pressed against the window where
You feel the warmth of love
Waking up from a slumber
Next to the wonder, backs to the thunder
And close to the sun
I’m close to the sun
Sun
I’m going to rise above the pyramids
Just can’t see enough
I would try to say I love you, girl
But you missed that trendy stuff
We were ensconced in a parlour with
The statue where it dons
Wedding gowns for a slumber
Next to the wonder, backs to the thunder
And close to the sun
Close to the sun
Close to the sun
Close to the sun
Sun