The airwaves are still silent in the deep April cold Magnetosphere at rest, undisturbed by our troubled world Auroras fleek horizons, visibly observed But not yet called upon to propagate our words
Jack Phillips takes the key in the first hour of the night And taps out CQD from MGY in the first hour of their plight Cottam takes the code and Rostron turns the wheel To steam into our future, into legend, undetected
Titanic calls Carpathia in the night Through Nothingness, through 57 miles And the sparks still fly, down through history And down through every walk of life ___
Part III: Lovell Calls Houston
And in a baked bean tin half way between two worlds Three stranded mens' lives depend on simple words Home hands temptingly above them in the sky And while they plot the rescue plan, Titanic's sparks still fly
Jim Lovell's calling Houston in the night Through Nothingness – 200,000 miles A swingball in infinity A rope of radio to keep the centrifuge at bay
Titanic Calls Carpathia! ___
Part IV: Lost Soul Calls Antares
Across the endless plains of Europe And a friendship sometimes strained By belief and competition But in spite of which remains From a bedsit in the wilderness One reaches for the phone To hear the voices of “belonging” Yes it's time to head for home
And a lost soul calls Antares in the night Across Europe and a thousand weary miles And the echoes of all his heroes will Line up to “keep the sea ajar” Titanic calls Carpathia ___
Part V: Fire In Our Fingers
And now we can all talk across oceans If we get things sussed we don't even have to pay! We get “FREE iTunes songs” when we return an empty bottle But there's so much around That we throw the damn thing away Posting to billions who don't have time to read us Giving ourselves away
A young kid I know's got fire in his fingers But in this crowded room you'd never pick him out Lost in a labyrinth of a squillion facebook profiles The endless prize of “LOOK AT ME” and pathetic shouts Bringing down leaders to fight over their replacements Talking ourselves to Death ___
Part VI: Earth Calling Anyone
Beyond the rusting pylons, beyond the looted homes People scrabble around for batteries to get more talk time for their phones We want so much without paying, we forget someone has to make The things we want for ourselves so we just eat each other's cake
We made petrol out of plant-life we took fuel from the sea We burned everything that would burn, we got it all for free We fought it out on our Internet where everyone else was wrong We gave our lives completely – crazy for COMM
Titanic Calls Carpathia in the night And some planet out there might just hear our plight In ten thousand years, they might come looking To see who was making all the noise.