There they are,
Faces covered in mud.
Like children at play;
Being borne of clay.
I am the Cosmonaut.
Am I ready? I'm not.
Like a light in the mist,
I've arrived in
Northern Nothingness.
And here I am...
And here I am...
And here I am...
Bill...
Faces covered in mud.
Like children at play;
Being borne of clay.
I am the Cosmonaut.
Am I ready? I'm not.
Like a light in the mist,
I've arrived in
Northern Nothingness.
And here I am...
And here I am...
And here I am...
Bill...