Eventually We came to a chasm dark and wide And drifted in silence through endless anemones In shallow dreams Life was beginning to take a shape Water was warm as it hastened our enemies
This kind of world will start a little colony This kind of earth will eat a little energy This kind of thing needs a little secrecy
After thousands of years Our priests have predicted you would come You with your death that appears in no photograph You watch the night sky We bickered like fools amongst ourselves We sought protection in artificial youth
This kind of world will start a little colony This kind of earth will eat a little energy This kind of thing needs a little secrecy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy This kind of thing needs a little secrecy This kind of thing needs a little secrecy
In a sickening jump I fell through the surface of my life And I was cut back by the hollow comraderie The planet was still Nothing moved as it slept in space I pulled on my suit and exited quietly
Compositor: Marty Willson-Piper / Peter Koppes / Tim Powles