I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's comin' in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hopin' to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say:

HURRY BOY, THERES 0 TAX, 1 BILLION TOKENS AND DEVS ONLY HAVE 5 %