| Take a voyage through the heart of darkness | |
| To the sound of violins | |
| On a sleeper train across the face of the moon | |
| Discover many things | |
| Go transatlantic, transpacific | |
| 'Til the scales fall from your eyes | |
| Amplify the longing, exaggerate the heat and rise | |
| Paul at Damascus and Christopher Columbus | |
| Only found what they knew | |
| Close your eyes and you may find it too | |
| RNA and DNA in a post-ethical age | |
| Nothing is true | |
| We move like shadows across the stage | |
| Originator man, originator man | |
| Make me a sun in the palm of your hand | |
| A rising and setting sun | |
| Deflowering, 24 hours, reflowering | |
| Going out of fashion | |
| Coming back into fashion | |
| Catch the fruit as it falls for me | |
| Hang it on the tree again | |
| (Sunshine in the darkness) | |
| I guess I've come to throw some shade | |
| (Moving in the aftershock) | |
| This time I've come to pull some weight | |
| (Forwards through the crossfire) | |
| We move with hands outstretched | |
| Like the passionate forms we are | |
| Carbon based lives born in exploding stars | |
| (The helix and the spiral) | |
| Transatlantic, transpacific | |
| Four minutes and 33 seconds of love | |
| Originator man, originator man | |
| Make me a sun in the palm of your hand | |
| A rising and setting sun | |
| Deflowering, 24 hours, reflowering | |
| Going out of fashion | |
| Coming back into fashion | |
| Catch the fruit as it falls for me | |
| Hang it on the tree again | |
| A prophet predicted a space probe | |
| That predicted the start of a world | |
| An impossibly remote opportunity | |
| A flash of the dice in the game of chance | |
| Played by a lonely young girl | |
| Then came a messiah, a second messiah | |
| A third messiah then another messiah | |
| Then everything changed | |
| Signal to noise, boys will be boys | |
| And girls will be boys | |
| Increment is decrement, Christ is anti-Christ | |
| And so on and so on - to cry is to laugh | |
| There are multiplications and variations | |
| There is no true path | |
| Originator man, originator man | |
| Make me a sun in the palm of your hand | |
| A rising and setting sun | |
| Deflowering, 24 hours, reflowering | |
| Going out of fashion | |
| Coming back into fashion | |
| Catch the fruit as it falls for me | |
| Hang it on the tree again | |
| Call him cut creator, originator | |
| Or call him another name | |
| All the basking sharks on the barrier reef | |
| Call him The Oyster Man | |
| He's diving for pearls, throwing them back | |
| Watching the signs, making it new | |
| Experimental worlds | |
| In Cibachrome blue | |
| (Sunshine in the darkness) | |
| Take a voyage through the heart | |
| To the sound of violins | |
| On a sleeper train across the face of the moon | |
| Discover many things | |
| (Moving in the aftershock) | |
| Paul at Damascus and Christopher Columbus | |
| Only found what they knew | |
| Close your eyes and you may find it too | |
| (Forwards through the crossfire) | |
| We move with hands outstretched | |
| Like the passionate forms we are | |
| Carbon-based lives born in exploding stars | |
| (The helix and the spiral) | |
| Ragamuffin boy, Scheherazade | |
| A commonplace book of styles | |
| Lying in the olive grove | |
| God smiles |
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