Is God somehow waving from a distance? Or an act of some alien existence? Is it us in this simply tired of waiting? Are these numbers truly coordinated?
It looks like we need a ship It looks like we have been found
This is it - this is us Getting what we asked for This is it - this is us Beside a map of stars
This is where we must go!
For endless aeons we were stranding In a sea of black we have been floating And now it all seems so ironic This is the age of pure denial
We were not really there There was no point in waiting
This is it - this is us Getting what we asked for This is it - this is us Beside a map of stars