far above the ether
of this stratospheric plane
toward our last dominion
where the pure of heart remain
shrouded in its legend and hidden from the view
and seldom ever awoken
forlorning songs to you

a message straight from heaven,
one word is all they gave
to save us from our bleak demise
and raise us from the grave

we wave goodbye and no one wants to die
so much to give
we want to live, we heal the crime
and like a million candles flickering in the mists of time

so long ago, when we stepped into this place
and multiplied the nature when life was not a race
when peace had not a meaning
and nothing could divide
before they lied, before they tore her skin from her
and stemmed her flowing tide

before they walled up eden
before they took their fill
monopolised, industrialised
and then began to drill
to reap the marrow, to taste the iron and crave
before they realised
they were living in her grave
she smiled as she perished
and gave one final bloom
this is that tune

if you listen to the wind now
you will only hear pain
the hawk is flying higher
to get out of the rain
the storm is ever changing
the sword remains in stone
all that’s left is ruins
like the memories of rome
the games of hunger
the glory and the power
hour by hour

far above the ether
of this stratospheric plane
toward our last dominion
where the pure of heart remain
shrouded in its legend and hidden from the view
and seldom ever awoken
forlorning songs to you
a message straight from heaven,
one word is all they gave from above
the word is love
love
the word is love
love, love, love
the word is love