History recalls how great the fall can be.
While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea.
Borne on the wings of time,
It seemed the answers were so easy to find.
"Too late!", the prophets cry,
"The island's sinking, let's take to the sky."

Called the man a fool, stripped him of his pride.
Everyone was laughing up until the day he died.
Although the wound went deep,
Still he's calling us out of our sleep.
My friends, we're not alone.
He waits in silence to lead us all home.

So you tell me that you find it hard to grow.
Well I know, I know, I know.
And you tell me that you've many seeds to sow.
Well I know, I know, I know.


Can you hear what I'm saying.
Can you see the parts that I'm playing.
Holy Man, Rocker [bad word] on Queenie,
Joker Man, Spider Man, Blue Eyed Meanie.
So you found your solution.
What will be your last contribution?
Live it up, rip it up, why so lazy?
Give it out, dish it out, let's go crazy, yeah!