Is it strange? Is it weird?
They come in search of truth
We must be on the spot
There's only me and you

???? and you were fine
All your thoughts are out of mine

It doesn't start it will not end
But how will we be moved?
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun

Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun

Looks up and comes down
Floating through the void
Getting lost, getting found
Is something we can use

It doesn't start, it doesn't end
How will we be moved?
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun

Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun

Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
(repeat to fade)