My splintered stoned Medusa Lies in places by the mirror. Snakes alive, but I die laughing on a chair. I'm juggling apples, I feel the gra** grow 'round my feet. A perfumed candle plays the breeze that sweeps from West to East to me, to you. Out here...in New Eden. We've learned from our mistakes.
This time around we'll make things better. I won't throw that stone I'd rather send a letter. If it seems we're being asked to leave, then I'll take you by the hand and together we'll expand from West to East. From me. From you. Out here in our New Eden.