Get out the box
Get out the box you're into
Because you should know
What are you really good at (x2)
There is nothing to hold
And no one to hold you on surface
You had something once
But now it's unlikely to have sense (x2)
In fields on a starbus
Next station is Mimas
Far from another
Space pads colours
Life in a time lapse
My words are like runners
Quitness bothers (x3)
Have to meet others
Endeavor to find us
Miles from the others
Space pads colours
Blow our covers
Wait to recover
But quitness bothers