Comet streams and rocket scenes
And cyclone-turning seas
Thy foes profanely rage
Hands washed, Pontius Pilate clean
In proud Euphrates' stream
Where no one knows my name
Over the moor
Nearer the shoe to stolid floor
Imagine you
Waves the foreign shores
Before the sun I rose
As faithful years
To grapefruit fields and orange groves
Hastening lest thy gates be closed
But I find, I find…
But I, but I find, but I find...
Tolling bells through Courchevel
All cable pulls' lifts are full
Go search the world beneath
Cladding breach
At 3-mile beach
All spent fuel pools are full
It's all the same to me--
And cyclone-turning seas
Thy foes profanely rage
Hands washed, Pontius Pilate clean
In proud Euphrates' stream
Where no one knows my name
Over the moor
Nearer the shoe to stolid floor
Imagine you
Waves the foreign shores
Before the sun I rose
As faithful years
To grapefruit fields and orange groves
Hastening lest thy gates be closed
But I find, I find…
But I, but I find, but I find...
Tolling bells through Courchevel
All cable pulls' lifts are full
Go search the world beneath
Cladding breach
At 3-mile beach
All spent fuel pools are full
It's all the same to me--
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