Hexagone - Hawkwind

Metal shell rings by

On the picture, on our street

Look at the astral skies

Peering down in the deep unseen

Took ten hours to decide

Whether to stay or to leave the nice

Let not blood son of mine

He sells his soul on the outer side

I’ve never seen the daytime

I tour the ground below

I always fear a homeless

My life is hexagone

Is the crimson mind

Medical myopia?

This apparatus is fine, dear God

Trying to mend our dystopia

I’ve never seen the daytime

I tour the ground below

I always fear the homeless

My life is hexagone

Futic tubes all cry

Sounding like a grenade in there

Summer poplets being tried in God

Now there’s not much lighter air

Let our captains fly

Desert of Mongolia

Centuries gone by

This was our Utopia

I’ve never seen the daytime

I tour the ground below

I always fear the homeless

My life is hexagone