A match was lit in nothingness
And it set off a spark
Throwing light and rock and ice
Flashing through the dark

It came together with this force
Although there was no guide
And gently we rose from the sea
To climb the mountainside

We stood up from where we had crossed
On our hands and knees
And then together we walked out
From amongst the trees

As we rode out of Africa
I saw what we'd become
Tide had thrown us up to lay
In the weary sun

Great things will become small things
And small things will be great
As everything is tossed round in
The currents with no help from fate

So we are under orders from
Oceans that will run
Our lives must come together now
My love, it will be done

As the thigh bone turns to salt
As the egg will hatch
This is not my doing, no
I did not light the match