Farewell Transmission

The whole place is dark Every light on this side of the town Suddenly it all went down Now we'll all be brothers of the fossil fire of the sun Now we will all be sisters of the fossil blood of the moon Someone must have set 'em up Now they'll be working in the cold grey rock In the hot mill steam... Now they'll be workin' in the concrete In the sirens and the silences now All the great set up hearts All at once start to beat After tonight if you don't want this to be A secret out of the past I will resurrect it, I'll have a good go at it I'll streak his blood across my beak and dust my feathers with his ashes I can feel his ghost breathing down my back I will try and know whatever I try I will be gone but not forever The real truth about it is No one gets it right The real truth about it is We're all supposed to try There ain't no end to the sands I've been trying to cross The real truth about it is my kind of life's no better off If I've got the maps or if I'm lost The real truth about it is there ain't no end to the desert I'll cross I've really known that all along Mama here comes midnight With the dead moon in its jaws Must be the big star about to fall Long dark blues Will-o'-the-wisp The big star is falling Through the static and distance A farewell transmission Listen