Landing On Ice

lone astronaut from 30 years of sleep awoke

to hale bop cult you're crowned

it's taking time to slow down this clock

no one comes close to you

a look around

at loss of loved ones

faces frozen in time

poison of their persuasion

will stalk on...

you recognize you're landing on

ice far from the dream

ice for nothing

to a wasted generation

rise accept your lovers arms

try crawling out through the ice berg

of our subtle differences

you get no one...

no one comes close to you

from unbitten lips and heart of gold

the chariot controls