| Here, there, new wonders gently steal | |
| Disguise, distorted like moonlit seas | |
| And I see | |
| You've taken all you need | |
| Queue up, don't fear | |
| There's mans new fortune here, you hear | |
| Song-birds, recycling the same old tune | |
| Still you slave onwards, 'til all is used | |
| Though I'll see | |
| You'll get the life you need | |
| Queue up, don't fear it's the man who brought you here, you hear |