Break up the children and put them to bed
Inform the services what is declared
If i gave you your country back
Then we could see
If we could go far enough in our machine

In our machine there's a thousand white dials
Full of minutes and moments and metres and miles
If i gave you your country back
Then we could see
If we could go fast enough in our machine

Soon to be molten
Piece of crap's broken

Sit by the dials and focus on this
Compensate for what was lost in eclipse
If i gave you the keys and said
"do something useful!"
Melt her down, recast as something more fruitful