In the beginning, there was no light No teenage heaven, no heaven No songs or voices came from across the islands The Russians are meant to be The Russians are meant to be Oh my God, I feel so alone It's a million light years far from home How about you living in the 20th century, Carol? You can call your car Take your antipas to the starlight skies You know, everybody wants to come home But it gives you a headache You don't have a heart Who's really out there? Do we have someone? Who do we want?
