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