Because of things remembered   Nothing changes, we simply follow   Rhythms that are distant echoes   Ancestors turning in their sleep      Silhouetted on the future   Playful figures that cut across the winking eye   Of God's projector   A partial eclipse of the original light      That emanates in all directions   So the darkness isn't pierced   But rather forced to retreat   Pushed out by its own internal explosion      The screen of God's movie is time expanding   And every atom is a solid globular mirror   In which his grotesque anamorphic grin   Splits the darkness      Everywhere our world's expanding   Journey's through the soul   Past all thoughts and understanding   Science or control      Looking to the future is looking at the past   In whichever direction you happen to face   You were forward, and I was slipping back   In the time it takes for the light of the stars to stir      The retina, rods and cones   History's in the beholder's eye   Fait accompli   Dans un outre androit      The further away we are, the farther back we see, unless   We could gaze instantly across the sound   Where, moored like ships, planets anchored, swing and sway   Golden barges laden down with mists and frozen crystals, dancing away      Everywhere our world's expanding   Journey's through the soul   Past all thoughts and understanding   Science or control      Everywhere our world's expanding   Journey's through the soul   Past all thoughts and understanding   Science or control      Everywhere our world's expanding   Journey's through the soul   Past all thoughts and understanding   Science or control