Darlingside Crystal Caving
Dial a light for a natural fade
Seasons can change
Menus scroll and the needs are met
All I've got left
Feed a family and we're all grown up, yet we're all still
Here nothing growing, crystal caving in the atmosphere
Everything's golden
Natural and the disasters
And everything after
On the hour, every hour, yes
At your convenience
One of many, and the many make the garden grow
Here nothing growing, but the trees erupt in black light and gold
Evеrything's golden
