In the beginning
There was no light
No teenage heaven or hell
No songs or voices came from across the outlands
Where oceans are meant to be -- where oceans are meant to be
Oh my God, I feel so alone -- some million lightyears far from home
HOW ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THE 20TH CENTURY, CAROL?
You can halt your car to get your tickets to the starlite skies, you know...
Everybody wants to come home (what a dream)
So, if you don't mind,
Will you join me?
On my way through the eye
up to the light
Into the world...