[00:42.27]Tell me you’re with me
[00:44.40]if you don’t then you must be against me.
[00:49.74]What do you want from this whole world
[00:52.83]maybe look for a new place?
[00:58.50]It didn’t seem to matter
[01:10.77]all the time that you wasted
[01:11.31]calling up home from the edge of the known world.
[01:20.61]And nobody matters
[01:22.68]why do you care so much tell me brother?
[01:27.99]In just a few years be all screwed up
[01:31.26]you’ll be just like the others.
[01:36.63]It didn’t really happen after all
[01:48.03]you were promised.
[01:48.39]Call me up, bring me back home.
[02:07.41]Science beckons us
[02:09.06]over the edge of the known world
[02:13.95]as the sea forged in spirits of the Viking world.
[02:27.51]What is seen not always is perceived
[02:28.29]underneath is everything you dream of.
[02:53.55]Driving me under, pissed on a park bench
[02:57.42]or down in the gutter.
[03:01.08]Ugly with anger, used to be fodder
[03:04.65]in front of the big guns.
[03:11.13]And nothing ever changes after all.
[03:13.14]we are burning, crawling up walls.
[03:40.23]Standing on a cliff top on the west coast of Ireland
[03:45.27]looking out at the ocean under a dying sun.
[03:48.00]What is seen not always is perceived.
[03:48.75]Underneath is everything you dream of.

Tell me you’re with me
if you don’t then you must be against me.
What do you want from this whole world
maybe look for a new place?
It didn’t seem to matter
all the time that you wasted
calling up home from the edge of the known world.
And nobody matters
why do you care so much tell me brother?
In just a few years be all screwed up
you’ll be just like the others.
It didn’t really happen after all
you were promised.
Call me up, bring me back home.
Science beckons us
over the edge of the known world
as the sea forged in spirits of the Viking world.
What is seen not always is perceived
underneath is everything you dream of.
Driving me under, pissed on a park bench
or down in the gutter.
Ugly with anger, used to be fodder
in front of the big guns.
And nothing ever changes after all.
we are burning, crawling up walls.
Standing on a cliff top on the west coast of Ireland
looking out at the ocean under a dying sun.
What is seen not always is perceived.
Underneath is everything you dream of.