A crimson tide What blood spillt? From what evil? Or what good?
Blue morning comes But once a year Amongst the purple We all sing out Out to the stars The ships coming in To dock and to sink Their drills in the ground They come so far For the essence of our souls And they take it back To their far off shores
Which side are you on? Does it matter in the end? To which planet do you belong? I wonder
Look to the sky The tirade coming down They have come from the mind Of so many far away So give them your hand Though they may take it not For up will be down And back again tomorrow Forever we are turning And long into the night We will survive
A line A table A chair A fallout shelter All of these things Are alive