Zero - Fiction Plane

You’re not alone

You got a million people sharing your bed

Let’s call it home

You’ve got the earth’s crust over your head

We’ve got you building satelites

To protect you from the lights

The lights we haven’t shown you

We all deserve the sun

But there’s nothing to be done

The future has outgrown you

What could be wrong with them?

We’ve given them everything

Send someone to humour them

What could be wrong?

Zero, zero

A mile and a half underground

Zero, zero

The lovers here do not make a sound

It’s just a hole

And nobody here remembers the sun

We want a soul

We want to feel like our lives have begun

But down here in the dirt

There is gravity and work

And cavities of coldness

No concept of the time

No tasting of the wine

Just the ringing of our oldness

What could be wrong with them?

It’s time to escape, my friend

The chance may not come again

What could be wrong?

Zero, zero

A mile and a half underground

Zero, zero

The lovers here do not make a sound

Zero, zero

A mile and a half underground

Zero, zero

The lovers here do not make a sound

Zero, zero

A mile and a half underground

Zero, zero

The lovers here do not make a sound

Zero, zero

A mile and a half underground

Zero, zero

The lovers here do not make a sound

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