Original lyrics

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Oh, oh Oh, oh The surface of the Sun needs a golden one A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn We watch new things with old eyes Like strangers with no hearts Stuck in our glory days Among strangers building walls And I speak calmly to the trees Tryin’ to give them hope And however slowly time Destroys our common grounds The surface of the Sun needs a golden one A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn Oh, oh Oh, oh We hear old words with new ears Like young ones with no remorse Stuck in the past no more Among losers without shame And I speak calmly to the trees Tryin’ to give them hope And however slowly time Destroys our common grounds The surface of the Sun needs a golden one A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn The surface of the Sun needs a golden one Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon Oh, oh Oh, oh