The moon is calling the seas are calling
Now I cannot sleep
They´re saying something projecting something
Signals from the deep

I read it somewhere that we will be
Burning in the heat
It´s hard to believe but I hear voices
And I cannot keep it secret

The computer´s recursive tuner
It´s like the tolling of a bell
Bring me up
Deliver me out
Take me to the door
I´m not running anymore

Bring me up
Deliver me out
I want nature to be so strong
Wind and rain
Inky blue that goes on and on
In the day

Didn´t plan it it wasn´t habit
I don´t speak to trees
I´m busy tracing I don´t know what now
Looking for relief
They it´s something
They´re telling us something
We don´t want to hear

The computer´s recursive tuner
Is like the tolling of a bell
Bring me up
Deliver me out
Take me to the door
I´m not running anymore

Bring me up
Deliver me out

Take me to the door
I´m not running anymore

I want nature to be so strong
Wind and rain
Inky blue that goes on and on
In the day