Death of Imagination by The Sun and The Moon (UK) Lyrics

The chill of the air
The teeth of the tiger
Is biting through my clothing
Through a sky of stars
With the wings of an eagle
I'm launched into oblivion
I feel the spit
And the sting of the serpent
For a fraction of an instant
And wrenched from the womb
So safe and maternal
I whisper goodbye
And embrace the eternal

As I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination
I bathe in the glare
Of a thousand explosions
With child-like fascination
And time the impact
That ends my existence
With the rhythm of my heartbeat
I taste the sweetness
Of mystical moments
Re-living and savouring
Every sensation
As gravity grips me
In giddy rotation
In my concrete overcoat
A prisoner of reason am I
I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination
Let's raise our drinks and mourn
The death of imagination
Does the age of reason herald
The death of imagination
Will the age of intellect cause
The death of imagination