Sneak out,
 through our window at night,
 telescope and our kite.
 The Stars awake and constellate
 into a perfect shape of Our Brother carried up to the Moon,
 tied to a million balloons.
 On the clearest days,
 you can see Him wave.
 He left a note "You can have My room but beware,
 there's monsters under My bed,
 and they will tear you to shreds.
 So hide the pages that no one's read,
 the secret blueprints to My Weather Machine."
 
 They fell off the Edge of the Earth.
 Captain called off the search
 and they were doomed to fall forever
 or die of thirst or whatever came first.
 Victoria, how she spoke with the dead.
 Floating dismembered heads
 telling tales of their doom.
 I think the voices came from Another Room.
 
 Mother knew Noah flew in his ark
 and god will always keep us safe in the dark,
 but we don't fear the kings and teachers,
 smash The Boat and drown the Creatures.
 
 All the ancient omens are aligned.
 We can start our new lives,
 we can love, we can lie.
 They have great big machines
 that can take photos of your dreams.
 We can run or we can stay,
 build a wall and keep them all away.
 We cannot interfere
 when the Moon enters our atmosphere.
 We can start our new lives,
 we can stop just getting by.
 
 "I will throw you all back to Shore.
 I can gather all of the winds.
 I can navigate on the Storm.
 I can be the Flood again."