The chill of the air The teeth of the tiger Is biting through my clothing Through a sky of stars With the wings of an eagle I'm launched into oblivion I feel the spit And the sting of the serpent For a fraction of an instant And wrenched from the womb So safe and maternal I whisper goodbye And embrace the eternal As I feel myself falling Endlessly falling I spiral down, down, down It's the death of imagination Oh I bathe in the glare Of a thousand explosions With child-like fascination And time the impact That ends my existence With the rhythm of my heartbeat I can taste the sweetness Of mystical moments Re-living and savouring Every sensation As gravity grips me In giddy rotation In my concrete overcoat A prisoner of reason am I I feel myself falling Endlessly falling I spiral down, down, down I feel myself falling Indlessly falling I spiral down, down, down It's the death of imagination Let's raise our drinks and mourn The death of imagination Does the age of reason herald The death of imagination The age of reason herald The death of imagination The age of intellect cause The death of imagination The age of intellect cause The death of imagination The age of intellect cause The death of imagination The age of intellect cause The death of imagination