You're gonna miss the word
Everyone left the world
Take what you can carry
Find a road and followOf course I'm supposed to work I -
come from the hills I -
can find any food I -
try to protect I -Of course I like to laugh I -
look at the sky,
look in your eyeI feel its transition
When do we get home?
I feel its transition
Now to be alone
With a clear eye, with a clouded mind
You're gonna miss the word
I come from the fen I -
I left the denThe wind blows no good it -
Tells of a change that
Might rearrangeYou can't see the ground its -
Not where it wasI feel its transition
When do we get home?
I feel its transition
Now to be alone
With a clear eye, with a clouded mindThe stars are indifferent to astronomy
And all that we think we know
Mars will salute your autonomy
But he doesn't need to know
I feel its transition
When do we get home?
I feel its transition
Now to be alone
With a clear eye, with a clouded mindNo one wants to live this fiction
Where didn't we go wrong?
With a clear eye, with a clouded mindThe stars are indifferent to astronomy
And all that we think we know
Mars will salute your autonomy
But he doesn't need to knowThe stars are indifferent to astronomy
And all that we think we know
Mars will salute your autonomy
But he doesn't need to know
