(Dear,)
How are things in your little world, I hope they’re going well and
You are too. Do you still see the same old crowd, the ones who used
To meet every Friday? I’m really sorry that I can’t be there, but
Work comes first, I’m sure you’ll understand. Things are really
Taking off for me, business is thriving and I’m showing a profit and.
And in any case it wouldn’t be the same, ’cause we’ve all grown up
And we’ve got our own lives and the values that we had once upon a
Time, seem stupid now ’cause the rent must be paid and some bonds
Severed and others made.
Now I don’t want you to get me wrong, ideals are fine when you are
Young and I must admit we had a laugh, but that’s all it was and ever
Will be, ’cause the Burning Sky keeps burning bright. And as long as
It does (and it always will), there’s no time for dreams when
Commerce calls. And the taxman’s shouting ’cause he wants his dough
And the wheels of finance won’t begin to slow.
And it’s only us realists who are gonna come through ’cause there’s
Only one power higher than that of truth and that’s the Burning Sky.
Oh and by the way I must tell you, before I sign off I’ve got a
Meeting next week, with the head of a big corporate. I can’t disclose
Who but I’m sure you all know him, and. And the Burning Sky — keeps
Burning bright — And it won’t turn off til it’s had enough, it’s the
Greedy bastard who won’t give up, and you’re just a dreamer if you
Don’t realise, and the sooner you do will be the better for you. And
Then we’ll all be happy and we’ll all be wise. And we’ll all bow
Down to the Burning Sky.
Then we’ll all be happy and we’ll all be wise, and together we will
Live beneath the Burning Sky.