Marc Bolan and T Rex. The Visit. Zeneszám

My eyes went up, it was sunrise
The sky turned black
It was noon

A ship of the silveriest metal
Shadowed out
All of the moon

A shape that was golden
And crimson extend a claw
To my frame

I sunk in the sand
Like an infant, I screamed
But my tongue was lame

My heart on a platter
They'd stolen my eyes
Were all fiery flame

A sound like sweet dove
I did stutter and then the ship
Swum the skies again