The world has an afterglow
But you can't see it 'til it's gone.
I know that's the time to take control,
But the planets aren't all playing along.
There's some discussion taking place,
About the order of the life we see.
We astrally project ourselves somewhere
That's as potent as it is ordinary.
This world has an afterglow.
Rest assured that fact is strong.
It's as sure as the lines on your hand.
Unless it turns out that Cheiro was wrong.
It looks like our chemistry changed,
Perhaps biology and physics too.
From learning to our knowing it all,
The nails grow towards an end we pursue.
Our world has an afterglow,
That's as short as it is long.
You can only see it from the moon.
And you can't prove me wrong.
