Lyrics
We are prepared for twilight
We have wheelchairs on fire
Beautiful wrinkles on our face
Map of the stars
We sold our house never our soul
To build a dream foster home
We called it Clos du Sarce Gazé
As we were always so blasé
Mad Mike is on the VCR
We have a nap in the boudoir
You remember the Spiral Tribe
They stayed with us for a while
I always knew we would end together
My dear old friends from the first hour
I am not afraid if Evil lurks
Selected Ambient always works
Now we are raving without standing
In the sunset of our life
We're drinking wine as medicine
Retrovision we lived the dream
I am not afraid if Evil lurks
Selected Ambient always works
We have wheelchairs on fire
Retrovision never blasé
Is at the Clos du Sarce Gazé
Retrovision we lived the dream
We lived the dream