We found this pile of paper, written by the Aether Man
He hatched a mad old caper, he had a mad old plan
He'd turn us into music, he'd show us to the world
Through our portals, he gathered wiring angels
To entertain immortals
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless wild
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless
Endless, endless, endless, endless wild
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless wild
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless wild