Tracemaker,
tracemaker,
escalator to the stars
it’s all done with mirrors and magnets
these days
And all your fame
is just a trace
a fine white track across
the cloud chamber
Outside the planetarium
he’s still out there somewhere
a trace and transformation
on a twist of cellophane and
rusted silver
Tracemaker
escalator
make me a trace
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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