Ten years gone, was it worth it
Is the answer clear?
And after all, and after all
Nothing's lost, when there's nothing
When there's nothing there
Whatever was, whatever will
We belong here now

Unpeopled space, toils without complaint
Obliterates as it reclaims
Our work for works sake, we're useless in our way
Clear the brush and push the paint
Oh, what a laugh

I'm not what I am, when I'm drifting in between
Standing dead and driving rain
The thought that remains, our bodies rise and fall
Spawning, sprawling, lying down
Oh, what a laugh

Words fail, and they're failing
They fail me now
The loss of all, the loss of all
Nothing's lost, when there's nothing
When there's nothing there
Whatever was, whatever will
Well it won't now