Lyrics:

Krill edible oceans at their feet
A troublesome troop out on safari, a lullaby
Holds their drones in sleep

For tatteling clearly indiscreet
Five fallible flags in hypersonic are told to
Stay nearly out of reach

And in space... two receivers turn away
Just in case... two receivers turn away
To displace... two receivers turn away
And in space...

Submissions in outer regions pleased a gathering
Of teens in old sargasso who's aim is to
Fall flat at their feet

While sat on a sparsely crowded beach
Marine noticed change in perfect timing
A widow to all but her pastiche

And in space... two receivers turn away
Just in case... two receivers turn away
To displace... two receivers turn away
And in space...

Eternal flow, strings to your bow
Roam through the globe.