Once you had nothing more than the bed that we shared When we were making plans, sketching dreamings in the air We were young Now we wake from the dream Stumble blurry-eyed, find ourselves at the gates of a new golden age A new golden age learning how to fly Picking our way through a violent sky The landscape is strange we are torn apart And yet we are alive in the new golde age Well we could walk so tall, holding love as a shield We had a simple plan starting making it real I am proud But I'm afraid But don't trust myself There's no route no map no light guiding our way Guiding our way through the New golden age learning how to fly Picking our way through a violent sky Starting again we are torn apart And yet we are alive in the new golden age In the new golden age, in the new golden age In the new golden age, in the new golden age