"Finally we shall place the Sun himself at the center of the Universe." ― Nicolaus Copernicus (1473 - 1543) lyrics We've built the cities and the walls to mark the place where we exist We've said that Sun sat down and rose and to this day we still persist But how does it feel to see ourselves on another scale Where all this greatness dies and where we don't prevail
I don't think that we could last so long to leave a solid trace From all of our hopes there isn't one that time could not erase And everything moves along these rings as history unfolds And we'll take our rest on solar winds that carry us home
That's shifted to the outskirts, cast away from the spotlight We've been holding on to this place like it's firm But it's moving 'round in circles like a satellite
We move in circles as ages pass like grains of sand in the ocean waves Being a part of something so vast is to us nothing but a disgrace So we grasp whatever hands can reach trying hard to show That we are the masters of this tiny place that we call home
As I reach out for tomorrow I feel today slips right though my fingers