Terre, 9999 (J. Wallace, A. Jenkins)
Long ago
they burned our last power store
we took shelter on the ocean floor
lived for centuries on thermal power
‘till Terre Born, our one child flower
Sunday morning, another dawn
beneath the shore
on the old U.S.S. pearl
you were just a little girl
the sun had never seen ya
it was year 9999, Terre
wandered through the words
of those before
her slip turned into fall
she stole away and left us all
did anybody see her rising, rising?
Up from the ocean floor
if there's hell, Terre I'm sorry
I hope you see Terrestrial shore
where time is cut from different lengths
it’dt take a lifetime to explain
oh Terre, ain't it all so strange.
Left your necklace
the one connected to your vital signs
lit like a crystal ball
oh the shapes I saw
now I think it's getting fainter
Terre, I'm coming, coming.
Up from the ocean floor
if there's hell, Terre I'm sorry
I hope we meet on Terrestrial shore
our eyes will focus miles away
into the form of the falling rain
ain't it all so strange.
They said the earth was only ash and stone
but I once had a vision of a tree fully grown
so I left our home.
In my cabin
staring out my window pane
I still hold your necklace chain
though the light has gone away
I will never forget ya
or year, 9999, terre
Someday we'll me on Terrestial shore
Where time is cut from different lengths
Take a lifetime to explain
Oh Terre, Ain't it all so strange
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