Solar Driftwood

The Big Bang
The ultimate hero of low frequency
The divine intergalactical bass drum
Connecting the tribes of our solar systems

If we could communicate from our tiny piece
Of solar driftwood into another galaxy
What would we say?

We can send out pictures, symbols
Chemical formulas or language
The magic of music is a sign of consciousness
That could be understood on far-flung worlds
Millions of light years from our horizon

Music is an interstellar language
From a highly insignificant planet
One of nine in our system
Which sails through time and space
'Til the next one
The next inevitable
Big Bang

(Bang)
(Bang)
(Bang)
(Bang)



Credits
Writer(s): Dieter Meier, Boris Blank
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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