Over the tropical Atlantic oceans Into the forest, where it had all started You've gone to sleep already over Yet to see the other Altar Hiding away as they hit the floor Contrary to belief, Spirit Machine We've seen the warmth of your dimension The trickling leaves in the yellow garden The desert clouds are always higher Love turns black, the night is brighter Hiding away as they hit the floor The girls and boys they know The silver ship that floats It's contrary to belief, Spirit Machine