Golden Mummy Golden Bird - HORSE the Band

Wake up from etherian dreams — your song and your light return me to life.

I rise my rotting form — enthralled by your light.

Your golden, magnetic light!

Your golden voice soured eternity — held in the grip of your gravity

Why won’t you let me sleep?

What art thou who summons me?

What art thou who summons me?

I crawl — I creep

I crumble back to sleep

If I could die I would sleep.

Just let me sleep