You're not alone
You've 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 satellites
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 humor 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