All alone on a rock
colder than the constellations
fired free of gravitations hollow
the mathematic suns
sing to me what must be done
and anything is possible tomorrow
all alone on a rock
far below the cityand's rolling
colder than the ocean in itand's shadow
i do not feel pain
i wont be going back again
and anything is possible tomorrow
every shipwreck lying hollow
every burned and broken cello
in itand's far magellic dust
is callinand' back for me to follow
and iand'm
all alone on a rock
hanging in the solar gale
sweeping down the fields of galileo
the mathematic suns
sing to me what must be done
they sing to me and sing as one
theyand're moving now it has begun
and anything is possible tomorrow
i do not feel pain
i wont be back this way again
and anything is possible tomorrow