Nausea surrounds every thought of Antoine.
When he's all alone he always feels that way.
& my world is the best in all of the world.
But I wonder, is it true to me?
Oomba-da-da da-da oomba-da-da da-da
I believe in things that I can't see
Minds can't even comprehend the distance from our fire to the next
Billions on billions, the sky is adorned
There must be more things that die and get born
Oomba-da-da da-da oomba-da-da da-da
Webs of light that connect
Big open spaces, they don't forget
Minds can't even comprehend the distance from our fire to the next
& billions on billions, the sky is adorned
There must be more things that die and get born