Communication's cutting out
Impressions made are still in doubt
We're drifting in the atmosphere
To float away and disappear
It doesn't seem to make much sense
We're caught up in the present tense
All learning how to love and hate
But never how to set things straight
Nothing much to say, I guess
Some fabled truths gone unconfessed
There's nothing here at all, nothing here at all
Polluting every star filled night
A sky beneath the satellites
Holding on to watch them turn
Forgetting what we should've learned
Can you keep me here a little bit longer?
Rising up until I get stronger
Won't get enough to ever come back down
Gonna turn up underground
Gonna turn up underground
Nothing much to say, I guess
Some fabled truths gone unconfessed
There's nothing here at all, nothing here at all
Gonna turn up underground
Gonna turn up underground
Gonna turn up underground
Turn up underground