There is no sound
There is no one around
There is no air to breath
There is no water sea
Gravity might pull you in
Well endlessly
The worlds are spinning round
In more than one place you are to be found
This is where magic
Becomes reality
Oh we're on a journey
Oh we're on a journey
We have a sight
Always looking to the sky
We can see the picture we are in
We will never see the whole scene
The old red giant is closing in
Oh we're on a journey
Oh we're on a journey
On a loop in a cosmic journey
There is you gun shot
There is your falling bomb
There is your holy child
Well, no one listens
There is you gun shot
Your falling bomb
The deepest void
Everything turns to dust
The dust becomes a star
The start becomes a god
The loop keeps coming back
Oh we're on a journey
Oh we're on a journey
On a loop in a cosmic journey
There is you gun shot
There is your falling bomb
There is your holy child
Well, no one listens
There is you gun shot
Your falling bomb
No one ever listens
No one ever listens
No one ever listens
No one ever no one ever no one ever listens
No one ever listens
No one ever listens
Guns down, put all your guns down
Guns down, put all your guns down