@migu music@

We came from the future

By way of the past.

Time was an ice-covered river

Until the ice cracked.

And now we're free from the floe

Of which we were trapped

So we can come from the future

And go by the past.

I bought my ticket

For the 15th century.

We started moving

Through a hole in history.

Across the desert,

Across Euripides.

Tossed in a tangle

Of time like an old vagabond.

I bought my ticket

For the 15th century.

A broken circuit

And a whole new history.

Across the desert,

Across Euripides.

Tossed in a tangle

Of time like an old vagabond.

Tossed like an old vagabond.

He's got a bone through his nose,

And a drum 'neath his hands.

The future Yąnomamö?

Or maybe last year's new Burning Man?

Does everything sort of repeat?

Does the old sort of get new?

And is time like a river?

Whose coils confound and confuse you?

Tossed in a tangle

Of time like an old vagabond.

Lost in a tangle

Of time like an old vagabond.