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