Riding the Static, Part II: The Signal

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, can you hear me?

A beacon rises from

The murky oblivion,

Bright and pulsating

And forgotten it lies.

A sign of life among

The dead dust and rocks

From the outskirts of 

The lum'nous whirlpool does fly.

Hello, can you hear me?

Is anybody listening?

Hello, can you hear me?

Would you care to lend an ear?

Shouts for attention

Out of the dynne of silence,

Begging for someone to

Tune in to its noise: 

Hello, can you hear me?

Is anybody listening?

Hello, can you hear me?

Would you care to lend an ear?

Climbing into the night

Searching for a 

Friendly listener

We'll alter our course at once:

Perhaps our mission's end

Lies here.