Sing to few in small rooms
Warm to your task
Grasp kindness and violence
Your work may come to nothing after all
Stay ahead of your ghosts,
Evading the specter of joyless urgency
Your tragic hero, he under-understands
Emperor of one idea
What to leave, what to take, what to fight
The opposite of anarchy
Telstar, ancient satellite
When you say I know
Make sure there's touch in it
Be there, do not invade,
Leave it where you found it
Will, oh, kindness and hunger
Silence and silence
'Cause there will never be words
There'll not be words for this
What to leave, what to take, what to fight
The opposite of certainty
Telstar, ancient satellite
