Where it had been left hundreds of years ago
Extract from the depth, is but a setting sun
Paradise is scarce in this light that won't shine
What is our earthly task, but a worthy design?

Some held it in sight, scattered, it may have been
They're ready to fight in a priceless inkling
The request is here, ready to resurrect
What else can we do but recover the project?

Our earthly design, can we be so detached?
What crushes our desire not to be trapped?
When their higher spheres tell us to and not to
Everyone agrees, demanding more veto

Our earthly design
Can we be so detached?
What crushes our desire not to be trapped?