Somehow they knew I’d understand
Standing under a crimson sky 
And the moon passes by 
So now I know they are 
Near to me
 In a Silver Machine 
Where do you come from? 
Don’t know how don’t know why but it all seems so familiar
 
In an ancient place 
In an ancient time 
Golden as he his 
His life's slowed down more than a million times 
She slowed my life more than a billion times
 So now it begins to unfold 
Mystery no one knows 
But the answer is clear now
 A spirit energy unable to replicate on our own
 
Wind hits my face, the crimson night 
Corporeal return hidden from view
 
In a Silver Machine Where do you come from?
 Don’t care how don’t care why but this all seems too familiar