All the screens are filled with heroes and losers

but the sky's still filled with stars

this junky palace might be on fire

til the winners lose desire

let it go let it go.



So tell me what you see

tell me what you hear

if it's the same as me it's the golden age.



Big brother tries to stitch and bend

but channel surfers find new friends

see freedom's silhouette increase

its time to claim that sweet release

let it go let it go.



I can see a purple patch of jacaranda

framed in eucalypt from this wooden floored verandah

heading past the watermark

heading for the hills

heading for the edge of time

heading for the thrills of the golden age.



Now tell me what you see

and tell me what you hear

if it's the same as me it's the golden age.



Now everybody's talking about the golden age.