Satellites contain us Traffic lights control us Rockets shoot us up into the stars Rockets shoot us up into the stars
Letters keep us posted Numbers calculated Nothing picks us up when we are down Nothing picks us up when we are down
Complement the atmosphere Fill the ground with all our tears Dry them up to make it clear Do no wrong Complement the atmosphere Fill the ground with all our tears Dry them up to make it clear Do no wrong
Strange surrounds each corner Stains pollute the water Something for us all to think about Something for us all to think about
Summer sun protects us Winter rain affects us Now it seems to me we can't be free Now it seems to me we can't be free
Close the door before it's late We were born to love and hate Turn it down for our own sake Do no wrong You fill your ears with every note Direction seems the only hope Its crowded lets create now Do no wrong
Common sense protects us Everything affects us To the outside light its paradise To the outside light its paradise
Compositores: Thomas William George, William David South (William South), Brendon Arthur James (Brendon James) ECAD: Obra #1292300