Go on and get it, give it all you got You'll never get over the view from the top Just reach the finish, just ring the bell You'll have trophies to show, and stories to tell, yeah It's hard not to believe it But don't you get the feeling If finding the gold is losing the rainbow The colors are there They're not the same though Maybe you know The moment you have it But getting to hold it Lets go of the magic If touching the sky is why we are all reaching Are we missing the point And missing the meaning? Is it the knowing? (Ah-ah, yeah) Is it the seeing? (Ah-ah, yeah) Or is it the dreaming? Is it the dreaming? Remember that moment Turn on like a light You had nothing on paper It was all in your mind You saw it all perfect It gave you a rush And now I bet you right now It probably still does So if you're halfway through it Would you even wanna do it? If finding the gold is losing the rainbow The colors are there They're not the same though Maybe you know The moment you have it But getting to hold it Let's go of the magic If touching the sky is why we are all reaching Are we missing the point And missing the meaning? Is it the knowing? (Ah-ah, yeah) Is it the seeing? (Ah-ah, yeah) Or is it the dreaming? Is it the dreaming? If you're still smiling We're owned by the God If you've got the answer Let us all know Is finding the gold worth losing the rainbow? The colors are there Are they the same though? Maybe you know the moment you have it But getting to hold it let's go of the magic If touching the sky is why we are all reaching Are we missing the point And missing the meaning? Is it the knowing? (Ah-ah, yeah) Is it the seeing? (Ah-ah, yeah) Or is it the dreaming? Is it the dreaming? Ah-ooh-oh, ah-ooh-oh-oh

Bang! It goes another kanga, on the bonnet of the van (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) Many an aborigine's mistaken for a tree 'Til you near him on the motorway and the tree begin to breathe (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) (Coming in with the golden light) in the morning (Coming in with the golden light) is the new man (Coming in with the golden light) is my dented van Woo-mera Woo-mera The civilized keep alive the territorial war (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for ore Or dangle devils in a bottle and push them from the pull of the bush (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) You'll find them in the road (see the light ram through the gaps in the land) In the road (Coming in with the golden light) in the morning (Coming in with the golden light) with no warning (Coming in with the golden light) we bring in the rare gear Woo-mera Woo-mera Woo-mera Ma-ma-many an aborigine's mistaken for a tree (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) You near him on the motorway, the tree begin to breathe Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for ore (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) Dangle devils in a bottle and push them from the pull of the bush (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) Bang goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) You'll find them in the road (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) In the road (see the light)

Decadent, nearly divine Their shadows dance like velvet moonlight In the mezzanine above, they applaud Transfixed by the dancers, silently awed The sterling attraction - the ballet of the gun Murder in cold blood, as art in motion Masquerade! They rise and they fall A pirouette, in the cadence of song One mask falls down, another appears It's not what they see (Not what they see) It is what they believe (What they believe) It is there, at the crux of their judgement Fantasy becomes the desire The tragic poem ends as it begun And the men in the masks in death will live on Awash in gold and velvet, with wandering eyes You feel it burning within you, you're paralyzed Please take my hand, and step into the night The great Dionysian facade Is held upon our backs The callous belief in blood elegant Perpetuating from fathers to sons Spiraling down Spiraling down Spiraling down the grand halls of the dream

A break in the sky, The horizon bled above - the dream was real, the storm gathered. The night rode on hellbound hooves, with vengeance in the saddle. A cracked whip, a grinding maw; A starved-eye stare and the weight of storms. No tomorrow! Only the trail - horseback, galloping to the pulse of the world. The thunder, the storms. A vengeance for the world's blood. A tower of flesh and bone - only blood for blood will sate the storm. At night they came, and brought with them thunder. A warcry for what was lost. At night they rode against oblivion, for a time that all forgot.

Dusk, a primal vibrant red; violent. Clouds, seeping color - the crows cry out war. The plains, they tremble - anxious, the night brings blood. The cold bitter night, awaiting flame and fury. Swift like the night, the riders descend. The braves circle around; torches to the night, arrows to the dawn. The smoke marks an early grave, it rises with the sun.