After the Goldrush Nena

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming
Saying something about a queen
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie