Text: The Klaxons. Golden Skans.

ooooooo argh!
ooooooo argh!
ooooooo argh!
ooooooo argh!

I touch my hands in a dream of golden skans, from now on, you can forget all future plans
I touch my hands in returning golden skans, to enlighten, enlighten, the golden in your hands

censored from set sail all the young
set sail from where we once begun, what a way, what a way
a hall of records and numbers, this space is still undone
ruins, and ????????????????????
a hall of records and numbers, this space is still undone
ruins, and ????????????????????