Walking through corridors bathed with light
Speaking to keepers who stare with freight at our eyes
You were the broken and twisted shapes
Of old ideas made of dust and waste
We wander and change
We wander and change
This is the end of the golden road
This is where all lovely dreams explode
And shatter and shatter
And shatter and shatter
And shatter and shatter
And shatter and shatter
(And shatter and shatter and shatter)
Journey through ages all end the same
Searching forever to find a name or being
Standing in galleries lost in time
There is no reason that we can find
For being, for us
For being, for us
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age (curi-curios)
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age (curi-curios)
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age (curi-curios)
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age (curi-curios)
In the golden age, in the golden age
In the golden age (curi-curios)
In the golden age (curi-curios)
In the golden age