I will rise now

And go about the city

In the street's

Broadways I seek

Him whom my soul loveth

Went over the sea

What did I find?

A thousand crystal towers

A hundred emerald cities

And the hand of the watchman

In the night sky

Points to my beloved

A knight in crystal armour

And I tried to hold him

I tried for the creed

I'll make a suit of colours

To stop the blinding mirrors

Sew a cape of red and gold

Stifle up the beam

With the perfect armour

With a perfect dream

To be made of glass

When two suns are shining

The battle becomes blinding

To be made of glass

But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

And with two suns spinning

At two different speeds

Was born a hot, white diamond

Burning through the rainbow

Flames fell into orbit

To hold eternally

Two heavenly spirits

That just wouldn't seem

To be made of glass

When two suns are shining

The battle becomes blinding

To be made of glass

But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride