Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.
Something’s calling my sunshine to the store
He thinks he’ll get what he needs there
Sirens hide under each crack and wicked scar
They even made him a superstar
Someday you will wear a noble crown
And only you’ll need to feel it
We’re not letting this humble ship go down
We just need to steer it
Holding fast to my jungle conqueror
Lucky hand don’t desert me now
If you ever need a parachute
You can fall free with me baby
And I burn it, I keep repeating it
My prayer: “Don’t give in”, out there
-Elysian Fields
