Golden Skans

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on

You can forget our future plans

Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans

From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Set sail from sense, bring all her young

Set sail from where we once begun

While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on

You can forget our future plans

Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans

From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Klaxons - Golden Skans

/ Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination. /

I'm absolutely not-so-indie-girl, who like to fly over the flower fields and wallow in the skies created by gentle indie melodies, but this song - gosh... You know, if the purfect union of pure joy, happines and iternal bliss exists, it sounds like this.