There's an old and steady
king
Close your eyes, open the queen's door

How can you still dream of glass old cash machines?
Go for elevation, you're under halfway
Create law, trance, and ecstasy
Intention is all


Trust your feelings
Trust your feelings
Trust your feelings, trust your feelings

There's an old and steady king
Close your eyes, open the queen's door
can't see the beauty
makes me feel lower in

How can you still dream of glass old cash machines?
Go for elevation, you're under halfway
Create law, trance, and ecstasy