The whole place is dark

Every light on this side of the town

Suddenly it all went down

Now we'll all be brothers of the fossil fire of the sun

Now we will all be sisters of the fossil blood of the moon

Someone must have set us up

Now they'll be working in the cold grey rock, 

in the hot mill steam... in the concrete

In the sirens and the silences now 

all the great set up hearts

all at once start to beat

After tonight if you don't want us to be 

a secret out of the past

I will resurrect it, I'll have a good go at it

I'll streak his blood across my beak and dust my feathers with his ashes

I can feel his ghost breathing down my back

I will try and know whatever I try, 

I will be gone but not forever

The real truth about it is 

no one gets it right

The real truth about it is 

we're all supposed to try

There ain't no end to the sands 

I've been trying to cross

The real truth about it is my kind of life's no better off

If I've got the maps or if I'm lost

The real truth about it is there ain't no end to the desert I'll cross

I've really known that all along

Mama here comes midnight 

with the dead moon in its jaws

Must be the big star about to fall

Long dark blues

Will o the wisp

The big star is falling

Through the static and distance

A farewell transmission

Listen