Are you ready for your tour to begin?
Grab a pint start pouring the gin.
Isn't it awesome just to exist? To be in orbit admit
To be a mortal, a blip.
40 stories up let us order the lift.
Up, up and up we soar to the tip
Top up the cup explorers adrift
Like the hawk spread its wings in the glorious wind
Funny how the tournament's drawn all us in
Worn us all down halos torn into rings.
But metamorphosis it's a glorious thing
To transform into this. New co-ordinates; king.
I waded into the source of all things
The story-board talking of which
It's been a year trying walk off the trips
The Walk in wardrobe swarming with tricks
I saw her stalking a fish, a stork
Paused then forced through the water to pick rewards.
but its just another story that's stored in the fridge,
In the drawer with the figs
Pomegranates plums stories stored in the pips
Remembered at the banquet horn on the lips
Songlines myths of origin ripped
Make do there's no obvious script.
On different pathways the story persists
A knotted labyrinth of hallways that twists.
The choice is yours; which portal to pick?
The door at 2 o clock or a quarter to 6.
Everyone lift a glass for the Always; That is
That gives always that is the gift
Course set; Ahab boarding the ship
Forking paths lightning forks on the cliffs
Everyone Lift a glass for the Always; That is
That gives always that is the gift
Outstretched palm pawned at the wrist
Dawns fingertips forging the gift.