Lyrics:

I shot the stage, six times Before you come On equal, silver, grey same



The distortion throbs While mother sobs But all the children And all the men Seem content to be back again



Heat rose from the modules, six times Clench of a fist Could cause this silvery, grey mist...grey mist



The distortion eased While mother dried But all the children And all the men Seem incontent to be free again



And you entered, and you screamed All six of us stood And when you answered, goodnight No one understood, No one understood no one understood