I feel a pulse that's beating
Meteors invade my wrists
Something's coming, I need it
Good I know it is
I see the bamboo waving
Out the winter screen
Of the house that I'll sell
Oh, I wish you well

I seek
I seek

Hear the airplane flying
Roaring January blue
Above a world that's dying
And a world that's new
I feel a pulse that's beating
Meteors invade my wrists
Something's coming I need it
Good I know it is

It's good
It's good
I know it's good