On some driven ship,
The morning commuter ride,
Everything is orange and bright.
Your invisible now,
And I know that it's hard to get used to,
'Cause you're the last secret agent reporting back but you're reporting back to nothing.
Your invisible now,
And I know that it's hard to get used to.
The panoramic scene,
The landscape's grande design,
The moment overtakes your life.
In the silver morning sun the worst is magnified,
It makes you see the use of Christ.