You're a painful void as ever
To be a void is always sad
Your ideas are wet weather

And your bodies made of mud

You were told to enjoy your flight

But the plain is out of sight
Vultures resting on it's wings
Waiting for the holy night


If you let them entertain you
It's one way ticket to the gap

You are sure to stay forever there
As they never give you a map


To all passengers on board
We'll be flying underground
To all passengers on board

Stay calm and praise the Lord

Mind the gap between the verses

Mind the gap between the lines
Mind the gap between our bodies
That's where life always runs