Golden Skans - Klaxons, Erol Alkan

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on

You can forget our future plans

Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans

From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Set sail from sense, bring all her young

Set sail from where we once begun

While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on

You can forget our future plans

Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans

From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

We sailed from sense, bring all her young

We sailed from where we once begun

While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on

You can forget our future plans

Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans

From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands