The Flower Called Nowhere Lyrics - Stereolab

All the small boats on the water aren't going anywhere 

Surely they must be loaded with more than simple matter 

Floating on top and gracefully tending to the same pole 

All the small boats on the water going nowhere 

Is it true that none of them will ever break free and sail? 

Feel the night is made of rocks, the stagnant mass 

Is it true that none of them, will ever break free and sail? 

Break free from the stagnant things left in obscurity 

Left in obscurity 

All the faces with their eyes closed giving a smile 

Weightless like a body that would vacate to its own light 

Is it true that none of these contented happy faces 

Will not ever hear a cry, won't hear a cry? 

Is it true that none of these contented happy faces 

Will not ever hear a cry? 

Filled with love not with desire, love not desire 

Is it true that none of these contented happy faces 

Will not ever hear a cry? 

Filled with love not with desire, love not desire 

All the small boats on the water aren't going anywhere 

Surely they must be loaded with more than simple matter 

Floating on top and gracefully tending to the same pole 

All the small boats on the water going nowhere 

Is it true that none of them will ever break free and sail? 

Break free from the stagnant things left in obscurity