As the sun comes up on another day
And the bright light drifts into our mutual mind
I start to sing without any disarray
And I broadcast my melody, via Basic 5
Everybody starts to sing with me
The wind whistles across the snow
But it won't affect our psychic flow
On this planet we are free
The circle is broken, and we've cleared the debris
'Cause being an Ood, is better when you're free
I can sing all day now I'm out of captivity
Running through the snow with my brain in my hands
I feel like your song is coming to its end
Oh