We're lying by the orange sky

Two million miles across the land

Scattered to the highest high

Expect they'll either laugh or cry

No sex, no consequence, no sympathy

You're good enough to heat





Two minute warning

Two minutes later

When time has come

My days are numbered





The dawning another year

Marks time for those who understand

One in four still here

While you and I go hand in hand

No radio, no sound, no sanctuary

So welcome to your last





The sun, the solitude, the cemetery

So welcome to your last.