Where it had been left
Hundreds of years ago
Extract from the depth
Is but a setting sun

Paradise is scarce
In this light that won't shine
What is our earthly task
But a worthy design

Some held it in sight
Scattered, it may have been
They're ready to fight
In a priceless inkling

The request is here
Ready to resurrect
What else can we do
But recover the project

Our earthly design
Can we be so detached?
What crushes our desire
Not to be trapped

When the higher spheres
Tell us to and not to
Everyone agrees
Demanding more veto

Our earthly design
Can we be so detached?
What crushes our desire
Not to be trapped