This is the moment that we come alive 
I'm handing out the breath and the kiss 
I'm electric with the snap and the crackle of creation 
I'm mixing up the mud with the spit 
So rise up 
Brendan Behan and like a drunken 
Lazarus Let's traipse the high bronze of the evening sky 
Like crack crazed kings. 
Voyager 2 where are you now 
Looking back at home and weeping 
Cold and alone in the dark void 
Winding down and bleeping 
Ever dimmer ever thinner 
Feebly cheeping in the solar winds 
I'll turn you up 
Sail on sail on sail on 
On past the howling storms 
Through electric orange skies 
And blinding methane rain 
Sail on I'll turn you up 
Never bring me down to earth again 
Let me blaze a trail of glory across the sky 
Let me traipse across it's golden high 
Let me marvel in wonder and unfettered gaze 
At the bigness and implausibility of being 
Yes stretch out your hands into infinity you human things 
Past blind moons and ice cream worlds 
You hurl your metal ball of dull intelligence 
And show us all our fragile grip 
As we too track with you 
Slower but no less insistent 
Like the only fertile seed 
In the barren vault of being 
Sail on Hurtling towards the waiting tomb of empty worlds 
Waiting for the final primary come of life 
I'll turn you up 
And I'm thinking big things 
I'm thinking about mortality 
I'm thinking it's a cheap price that we pay for existance 
This is the moment that we come alive 
This is the breath and this is the kiss 
No we're in 
Paris In the ball gowns 
In the high heels 
In the snow 
And we're spinning round 
Versailles in a 
Volkswagen 
Beetle That we'd hired for the day (At the cheap rate) 
The room without the shower was cold again "Are we already middle-aged", she said 
And I said "I feel nothing I feel like a jelly-fish", "Mabey it's the Portuguese Men-O-Pause", she joked 
And she laughed her brittle head 
And we went back to bed 
And I've been thinking about these things 
I've been thinking about 
Voyager 2 
And this is the moment that we come alive. *
Taken from the album "Vegetarians of Love" *
Written by 
Bob Geldof/
Pete Briquette