I walk the tangled trace I work the angles for an ace Watch the clockʼs encroaching face thatʼs Nothing to chasten me. Oh city fix and city fall It licks the money off the wall Fails to notice me at all itʼs Nothing to nail on me. Soft, now, draw love around Feel your existence run free. Being here is coming home Let the stillness be. Force on the fevered pace To standardize the human race - Their technological disgrace has Nothing to clone from me. Old Mammon knows the score And keeps them clamouring for more.... Hush my love and close the door thereʼs Nothing out there for me. Soft, now, draw love around Feel your existence run free. Being here is coming home Let the stillness be. Soft, now, draw love around Feel your existence run free. Being here is coming home Let the stillness be. Soft, now, draw love around Being here is coming home