Here we are nowhere.
Surrounded by space.
Angels of ledgends
Have taken our place.

We had deliverance.
The moment passed.
These lost disciples
Are leading at last.

We shout a hymn
To the earth and the birds.
To the lost disciples
Who don't know the words.

Strange collision
Of heaven and hell.
A bastard vision
We know too well.

Our emotions
Are all second-hand.
Belong to an ocean
Misplaced in the sand.