In my life on earth The things I have invented have invented me I've found my industry
And I am not alone I've fashioned friends from precious scraps They hold the light, they bend to serve me Joking that they don't deserve me
After days of craft and care I lift a sword and slice the air Such has been my time upon this Earth This Earth
When my wife returns More beautiful than when she left the night before I show her things I made
A filigree of ferns Diamond snowflakes, tears of gold She murmurs praise, a small caress I smile to see her happiness
Silver webs with sanded grain That catch and hold real drops of rain Such has been my toil upon this Earth This Earth
When I'm feeling vexed I go upstairs and bury something deep Then stand back and push a button From a distance watch the earth explode This Earth
I love this land of mortal men They wake to know the fire again The things we make, the things we feel Armor plates and molten steel All of these inventions of the Earth This Earth