Astronomy

Clock strikes twelve
and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like gasoline and oil on a madman's face
Reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scraps in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away
Gone Away


[...]


In hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The Queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Yes a light that never, never warms
Yes a light that never, never warms
Never warms, never warms

[...]

It's the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me

[...]

. Blue Oyster Cult .