We're at a loose end, huddled into a tiny corner
We watch all that is around us and all the wheeling wonders of life and all these cycles of night and day and we think
  what the hell are we doing?

We're all linguists in a continent with no languages.

We scrabble around we fight we rage
Trying to expand and grow and explore
but we are so limited!

So limited.

We burn too bright for this world alone.