If That Big Old Fat Yellow Thing in the Sky Was to Burn out I Would Grab You by the Hand and Float off into Orbit (A Song for Robert Wyatt)

歌詞

Town in the shadow of a mountain Crown of the mountain came avalanching down All summer long We are stalking what We came to call the Song The Song was a kind of eruption Mover of mountains, avalanche of crowns When we were young We sought the laws We thought would cause the Song Life is a dream We are phantoms Man is the union Of divinity and dust All summer long When we were young Before we'd sung the Song No mere machine made of music Of words and music as other songs are This was the Song A recipe, a remedy, a cure The Song would be sung on the border Sung by us standing, straddling the line Between two worlds Unified only by the Song