| The orbital angels are gliding | |
| Their messages confused | |
| The new age is out from hiding | |
| The holy grail won't be refused | |
| The years have grown to the mountains | |
| They'll have wings before long | |
| The voices of the small are drowned now | |
| By distant sons and their song | |
| All the great schemes and dreams | |
| They're fused into one | |
| Blow my mind or feed my head | |
| I set my sails straight | |
| To the wind from the sun | |
| From ultraviolet to the infrared | |
| I'll race the light | |
| I will now | |
| The black void is filled with white noise | |
| The downpour of the hardest rain | |
| Swam under the dwindling ozone | |
| As the blue whales are dealt cocaine | |
| Between the rising skylines | |
| There's hope for a new dawn | |
| The earth's spin will be reversed soon | |
| The saints will yield to the devil's spawn | |
| The sword of their heaven | |
| Might strike and spoil their fun | |
| Let's hope its on Mars instead | |
| I set my sails straight | |
| To the wind from the sun | |
| From ultraviolet to the infrared | |
| I'll race the light | |
| I will now, I'll race the light | |
| I will now | |
| All the great schemes and dreams | |
| They're fused into one | |
| Blow my mind or feed my head | |
| I set my sails straight | |
| To the wind from the sun | |
| From ultraviolet to the infrared | |
| I'll race the light | |
| I will now, I'll race the light | |
| I will now, I'll race the light |