Help me, I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon   I am dancing sacrilegiously o' the sound of infectious tunes   There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on earth don't seem as they are   The opal planet I once called home is now revolving a dying star      Strange, awakening from cryonic sleep, I vacate my homely hemisphere   My soul travels on turbulent thoughts whilst my innards remain here   I feel pity for the ignorant one who leaves the egg but the shell remains   The severance of umbilical ties multiples his deepest pains      Through the eyes in my head I hear the purple flower's scent   Casting shadows in the shade, lusting for the gates of jade   Through hallucinative wealth I cannot comprehend myself      Sterility, fertility, the life that dwells inside of me   I often stop to wonder whilst gazing to the sky   Is there life beyond the quasars, will I find out when I die?   Is there a being out there who gaze into the night   And see our burning star as a tiny spark of light?      Help me, I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon   I am dancing sacrilegiously o' the sound of infectious tunes   There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on earth don't seem as they are   The opal planet I once called home is now revolving a dying star