Thousand Fold

I have no desire to make contact

With all the thought of no, no

I shiver now to think of how

This answer asked her, no

Long time gone, I run to my hideout

There ain't a star born that brightens

More than you, you always should have known, Joan

I'll illuminate your question

Long time ago, I'd died and gone

What has brought the question?

Time has brought the question

Come and call the question, oh, oh, oh

Here are the stars, same thing again

Over, over, over, over, over, over

Over, over, over, over, over, over