The hands of the clock, hold back the time Without the clock, there's no reason why Sending messages, messages, messages, messages With hands held high, to the new sunrise With open arms, to the empty skies Receiving messages, messages, messages, messages Messages, messages, messages, messages To the place and time, for a million years From the rings of Saturn, receiving messages Receiving messages, messages, messages, messages From the rings of Saturn Messages, messages, messages, messages, messages *
