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As I lie here
And the dawn paints morning
A certain kind of blue
I hear singing
As a distant time zone flickers into view

I see a Moscow boss
In the cold of the morning
With a jet black Royce
In the place of his awning
There's a suit in a high-rise
Working nights
All alone, backlit by the city lights
There's a moth on
The roof of a skyscraper
There's a bluebottle sniffing at flypaper
And a tribe, unseen by the rest of man
Bringing hilltop valour
With a ritual dance

There's a lonely farer on a torrid sea
Braving waves a mile high
Through the hail and the sleet
And quietly below
Twelve thousand feet or more
The ocean hides
A wreckage on the inky floor
And I'm in there
And I'm everywhere

I'm awake/I'm asleep
And I'm dreaming about
All the ways everybody's lives
Will change today
And they all will change today
And I'll change today

And someone's dying right now
And someone's being born

And a million light years
Away from this place
There'll be another life
Contemplating the same
Unaware of our kind and our history
Stuck on an orb in a void
In a hell of a rush
Where nothing's really going on
But everything is happening
Just meanings wrapped
In meaninglessness
And this is the meaning of life

And I'm locked in your embrace