Lyrics:

Super-related, and
I think it's bigger than books when
Reality steps in
She's a gun with a gun
Super-related, and
I can feel you pull through me
Reality surely
Leaves the choice in our hands
I could be chemical
I could be a plastic proxy priest
Who’s got more ends than means
More wants than needs
Super-related, and
I can see one holy-roller
Keeps looking over his shoulder
But there's nobody there
Super-related is
Like a cosmic communion
It's the holiest union
That can ever exist
What if we're aeroplanes?
I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die
Or hit the ground

Super-related is
All the lovers and has-beens
Teaching the commoners and kingpins
How to live with mistakes
Super-related is
Like a cosmic communion
It's the colorless union
Of all the love in the world
What if we're aeroplanes?
I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die
Or hit the ground