Frank Sinatra

We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations A faintly glimmering radio station While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather" The flies and spiders get along together Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record Beyond the suns that guard this roost Beyond your flowers of flaming truth Beyond your latest ad campaigns An old man sits, collecting stamps In a room all filled with Chinese lamps He saves what others throw away He says that he'll be rich someday We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations A faintly glimmering radio station We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations A faintly glimmering radio station While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather" The flies and spiders get along together Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record