Come down to the speed of revelation Hand me another cup of wine You swallow the fruit of confirmation Watch out or you're gonna choke You're world has a lack of inspiration So I'll leave you up in smoke In the expanding universe, the space that seperates us from the farthest galaxies is growing at such speed, that the light of their stars can never reach us To perceive amidst the darkness this light that tries to reach us but cannot, that is what it is to be contemporary Come down To the speed of Revelation Find me in the sky Watch me fall until I fly Find me in the sky Watch me fall until I fly