Here in the Eye of Blue Televisions

Here in the eye of blue televisions
Here in the shade of satellites
We winter in the outer dark
And cast our nets into an ocean of stars

We wait for a signal  we long for a sign to guide us
A word  a beam of light that will render us
Sanctified and whole
We cling to scraps of paper in skyscrapers

The world is ruled by admen and conjurers
Lobbyists and salesmen
The dead live among us
There they stand those that we once turned away

Long hidden in the folds of time
Now transformed
Made new again  born out of invisible waves
Crashing on an invisible shore

Here in the eye of blue televisions
Here in the shade of satellites
We winter in the outer dark
And cast our nets into an ocean of stars