The throne of time 
Is a kingly thing 
From whence you know 
We all do begin 
And dressed as you are girl 
In your fashions of fate 
Baby it's too late 

Shallow all the actions 
Of the children of men 
Fogged was their vision 
Since the ages began 
And lost like a lion 
In the canyons of smoke 
Girl it's no joke.