Tekster: Klaxons. Myths of the Near Future. Golden Skans.

Light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans
From now on, you can forget all future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Set sail from sense, bring all her young
Set sail from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young
A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young

Light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans
From now on, you can forget all future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

We sailed from sense, brought all our young
We sailed from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young
A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young

Light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans
From now on, you can forget all future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans
From now on, you can forget all future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands