And then we'll see it
Oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
And one of the, the engines gave up
We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
And she's reading this really arduous magazine article
We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
And only, really the only thing she did heard him say was
And in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
And the pilot's on the, on the microphone
She had tried to start conversations
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
Apologizing and, and she looks at the man and she, she says
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And then he starts humming this little tune and it kinda goes like this
And it'll go like this, alright
Oh, my morning's coming back
And then uh, suddenly, there's this huge mechanical failure
And he, he looks at her and he says, "We're going to a party
Oh, the city bus is swimming past
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
And they started just falling in thirty thousand feet
It's a birthday party, it's your birthday party, happy birthday darling
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much"
The whole world's waking up
We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read
About this third world country
And then we'll get down there
Oh, it was a wonderful splash
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
She says, "Where are we going?"
And she's feeling very bored and very despondent
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
Was to order his Bloody Mary
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
And she's sitting there
He says, "Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun
Way down to the very bottom of everything
And she was seated next to this man, who, you know
Is returned to the lonesome ocean"
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us Hell
Sailing high above the largest ocean on Planet Earth
We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
Its kinda one two, one two three four
That she couldn't even pronounce the name of
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
We must run, we must run, we must run
And he's, he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry"
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
