From the recording Passing Places
Lyrics
So the clocks went back a little way
What does it matter to a day?
Stars come out in the Milky-Way
Time goes round like a clown
Carousel goes up and down
Life begins where it ends
Where does it start, where does it end?
This universe made of golden threads
Born in our heart and soul
Heart and soul
Fabric of time is changing
Fabric of time is changing
Lying in a deckchair on a sunny day
On a beach at the end of the Milky-Way
Sea of stars goes on and on
I dive in, in
So the clocks went back a little way
What does it matter to a day?
Stars come out in the Milky-Way
Time goes round like a clown
Carousel goes up and down
Life begins where it ends
Where does it start, where does it end?
This universe made of golden threads
Born in our heart and soul
Heart and soul