For everything that it's worth
Our lives were fragile till dirt
We knocked on door after door
Always radiating
And when we got to the end
Above the noises of friends
The trumpets blew on the march
To avalanches of strings
To get lost amongst the shouts
Bringing our hollywood out
Tappin' along for the snakes to
Let the colours colour
Maybe kept apart for too long
Just let the right kiss the wrong
They can make babies for us
So they can write us all songs
But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine
The satellites low
We know what we know
The height of the hills
Will bring what they will
Our grandparents all became stars
The constellations that pass
Looking closely for strings and miss
The beautiful things
Maybe kept apart for too long
Just let the right kiss the wrong
They can make babies for us
So they can write us all songs
To let the colours colour
To let the colours colour
But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine
The satellites low
We know what we know
The height of the hills
Will bring what they will
The satellites low
We know what we know
The height of the hills
Will bring what they will
But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine