When I was born, blood so clean Out of the void, screamed serene Quick to forget while I learned How to give in while I yearned Darkness means something to me Reaching for what can't be seen Oh It's a trick... from within To feel your way into being Not On This Earth, Oh Not Here The countless sharp come so close Yet in their words lost in prose There's nothing left but discourse And in the wake death of course What were we thinking my dears Not On This Earth, Oh Not Here What were we thinking my dears Not On This Earth, Oh Not Here