We dreamt it clearly,

shush don't tell them:

the blue craters and all the glass,

the lush plant life,

the lack of angles and the fluorescence, under stars.



Chorus:

But can you keep a secret?

We're gonna be the kids who ruled everything

in the twenty-second century.



Don't ever say that we'll never get there,

we can start with our jars of coins,

we'll build space suits made out of silver,

we'll find a rocket in the rocket graveyard