Lyrics:

Not an afterlife
Full of aliens, no
No philosophy
No way of thinking

Instead of diving in
Spin around just 1ooking
A we11 travelled path
Beside the road

And when you hear the bell
You can always trust yourself
Pointless to explain
Infinite no-thing

Gently flowing down
Observe the hologram
Advancing world retreats
Away from grasping hands

Dejected scientists
Mystics and garbage men
Asses back in line
And start it all again

If you hear a bell
There's nothing left to tell
Just before you can explain...
When it gets interesting