| Random starlight meets a blind eye | |
| Seeking undiscovered self-importance - you're very important - you're so important | |
| Pleasant distance finds me still | |
| Slightly awaiting what is getting closer - it's getting closer - are we getting closer? | |
| The radio directs the hunters | |
| Into the shark aquarium | |
| Mother ship we're doing fine | |
| But somehow we lost contact | |
| Noble fractions out of vague perceptions | |
| Blurring relevance of many details - many details - so many details | |
| The radio directs the hunters | |
| Into the shark aquarium | |
| Mother ship we're doing fine | |
| But somehow we lost contact | |
| An overdose of frequency | |
| A random line to lead the lost | |
| The radius was not defined | |
| And somehow we lost contact | |
| As if it's slowing down the fall |