There is no place for us in this turning world; we're like the sadness of an ocean,
We're both the nearest waves and the farthest shores, and they'll never ever really begin to understand.

There is no time for us on this spinning Earth: today, tomorrow is set in motion,
And though we might be living in our finest hour, they could never ever really begin to understand.

The world is not in our hands to hold,
We are ultradust caught in its spin and flux,
All the while, revolving perpetual,
Dreaming, waiting to break free.

There is no place for us in this turning world; we're like the sadness of an ocean,
We're both the nearest waves and the farthest shores, and they'll never ever really begin...they could never ever really begin...they will never ever really begin to understand.

To understand.