On a floating lily island
Moving over slowly sideways
Rest the temporary creatures
Spending all of their days
Waiting for the floor to
Buckle down below their belts
Crashing into yet another
Drifting continental shelf
We're nothing more than temporary creatures inhabiting a constantly shifting and changing planet that could open up and eat us at any moment.
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Lying there on temporary ground
This makes me think the song was written on an airplane. Just in general we're always moving, even when sitting still, in our natural functions and rhythms and planetary orbit.
Temporary ground in this context makes me think of high and low tides and how ocean levels are changing.
The old explorers had it easy
They discovered nothing new
But returned on home with answers
Of sad existent clues
All the creatures have it hard now
Nothing but God is left to know
And why he left us all here hanging
With an illusion of a home.
The dichotomy of the ease of the old explorers and difficulty of modern folks is playful because it's completely counterintuitive. We can hop on an airplane and go anywhere where they had to endure long ocean or land voyages into uncharted terrain. I know there's a lot more to discover in this world beyond religion, but he makes a good point.
On a floating lily island Moving over slowly sideways Rest the temporary creatures Spending all of their days
Waiting for the floor to Buckle down below their belts Crashing into yet another Drifting continental shelf
We're nothing more than temporary creatures inhabiting a constantly shifting and changing planet that could open up and eat us at any moment.
Moving without motion Screaming without sound Across an open ocean Lying there on temporary ground
This makes me think the song was written on an airplane. Just in general we're always moving, even when sitting still, in our natural functions and rhythms and planetary orbit.
Temporary ground in this context makes me think of high and low tides and how ocean levels are changing.
The old explorers had it easy They discovered nothing new But returned on home with answers Of sad existent clues
All the creatures have it hard now Nothing but God is left to know And why he left us all here hanging With an illusion of a home.
The dichotomy of the ease of the old explorers and difficulty of modern folks is playful because it's completely counterintuitive. We can hop on an airplane and go anywhere where they had to endure long ocean or land voyages into uncharted terrain. I know there's a lot more to discover in this world beyond religion, but he makes a good point.