The sun sets a stage, the moons come of age, and both are nicely placed. Jupiter's just fine, its aspect is mine, and Pluto can't be traced. But I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. Venus looks really good, Mars is attuned, and Saturn's well-aspected. No clouds in the sky as life rolls on by, and Neptune's been deflected. But I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. They tell me I've got everything going, that's not knowing I'm damaged inside. Some conjunction somewhere is eclipsing me, eclipsing me. I wanna be free. They tell me I've got everything going, that's not knowing I'm damaged inside. Some conjunction somewhere is eclipsing me, eclipsing me. I wanna be free. But I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers. I've got the whole world slipping through my fingers.