Fast and Bright, on this Earth
where the grass grows as tall as day
Fast and Bright, when They Who'll Come arrive
We'll leave and walk into the shadows.
Fast and Bright, on this Earth
where the Moon lives but for seven days
Fast and Bright, when She Who'll Come arrives
We'll leave with her.
Could we have known
how horrible it is down here?
Could we have known
Could we have believed
that our path would lead us here?
Well, could we have?