Soon you will see that underneath the scattered lights, the satellites and dreams / The world ain't what it seems / It's only rows of dominoes / This one century that man and beast mythologised with butterflies and pain / It got left in the rain / How could a million stars just rust away? Stand when you're strong enough, then summon the albatross over the snow / And be not afraid of the great city gate that defeats and releases your soul / But hey, you must believe / That underneath the undertow we never understood / Most people are good / And you know they would show if they could / Not line up in a row like dominoes / We arrive and then we go