Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Looking back, was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime
Digging deep I came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?
There I stood, face pressed against the window
I know his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the sons of 1470
The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along the valley floor
So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the sons of 1470
I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime
Digging deep I came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?
I know his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the sons of 1470
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along the valley floor
So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the sons of 1470
I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?
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"1470" itself has to do with the skull (KNM-ER 1470) found in 1972 in Africa. It was believed to be a bridge between two already "known" steps in the development of modern humans. I understand that eventually it had been determined not to be part of that line. At the time this song was written I think (but might be remembering wrong) that KNM-ER 1470 was still being argued as a possible bridge, but more and more experts were coming to believe it was a different species.
Some of the lyrics as well as the title, sound like being inspired by the movie "Hitman", based on the popular computer game. 1) "I know his number, but I'll never know his name" - the characters in hitman don't have names, just numbers 2) in the movie/game, the hitman always wear suits 3) the number 1470 contains 47, and this is the number of the main caracter in "Hitman". They all call him just "47".
Despite what I just wrote, the comment of mawgojzeta makes sence as well. I could imagine fish being inspired by both the KNM-ER 1470 and "Hitman". Who knows...