Empire Ants

Oh, joys are us, the sun has come again to hold you
Sailing out the doldrums of the week
The polyphonic prayer is here, it's all around you
It's all around you out here

And if the whole world is crashing down on you
Fall through space, out of mind with me
Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Blows all the shadows far away

The falling of the whole empire is here to hold you
Rolling out and haunted till it sleeps

Little memories, marching on
Your little feet working the machine
Will it spin? Will it soar?
My little dream working the machine

Soon, like a wave
That pass will fall
Closing in on you
They're going on

Little memories
Your little feet working the machine
Will it spin? Will it soar?
My little dream working the machine

Soon, like a wave
That pass will fall
Closing in on you
They're going on