So many frequencies, such little bass. So many vacancies, such little space. So many destinies, such little hope. So many enemies, such little rope. So many fireflies, such little light.
Time. Time it ticks on by. Signposts through our life. Sends us up on high. And down again. . Dreams. Dreams are all I know. Dreams, they come, they go.
Floating over. High up above. So far, so good. Twenty thousand. Leagues down below. So far, so good. . Day by day, calling out. Calling out to you. Day by day, calling out.
Is it a war zone?. Is it a freak show?. Is it a terror dome?. Is it a radio?. . Is it a firewall?. Is it a death toll?. Is it an atom bomb?. Is it a tombstone?.
Stars in the sky, they will guide you back home. Float as the night forms a path of its own. Follow the lights, they will guide you back home. . Path to discovery.
I've lived nine lives, I've lived them well. I've carved my crash course straight through hell. I've broken bones, I've had my spills. It fuels my cyclone heart so.
Floating to the edge of the world. Floating to the edge of the sea. Floating off the edge of the ocean. Out into the galaxy. . Floating to the edge of the world.
The city, the hustle. The workers, the muscle. The martyrs, the monkeys. The data, the junkies. . The wounded, the tortured. The fallen, the slaughtered.
Waiting for the moon to rise again. Across the darkened sky. Stars, they will shine again. They're shining above you. . Satellite dreams come raining down.
Hideaway. Find a way. To hide away. Turn the page. Or fade away. . All we need. Finally. Will come to me. Dawn will rise. Eventually. . Oh, sun. Shines its light.