Footprints in Snow

Covered skin
Over ice
Lily-white snow
And sapphire skies

Houses with huge glass domes
Can see the stars at night
Winding roads across oceans
Cars that touch the speed of light

Bridges at the edge of space
To wave to all their friends
And a peacetime boom
That never ends

Poets and prophets
Came and went
Returned to the earth
From where they were sent
Their lies were as worthless
As dwindling stars
Now nobody knows where their graves are

Down south all the deserts
Are covered in forestry
The saplings are free
From the blood-red jackboot
Of history

As they cross the tundra
To work on enormous sleighs
They all laugh to each other
And say it's the only way
To be

[Recording of the band arguing with their landlady and a companion after a set]
Landlady: Thank you lads! Thanks a lot. Cheers. Alright? Thank you
Ian: Well, we seem to have a bit of a problem here. We have a landlady that doesn’t like this music
Landlady: No, I don't
Ian: Well so, there's nothing we can do about it. So, um, that means you should, like, uh, apologize. She’s really embarrassing, but, I'm sorry, but, some people don't have the ability for the insight-
Man: There's no need to be like that, boy-
Ian: Well, I'm not being rude, am I?
Man: I asked them to turn it down, [unintelligible]
Landlady: I'm sorry, lads, thank you...
Man: Stop being like that
Ian: I'm not being like anything, am I? Am I being rude? I'm not, am I? So, it’s fine
Ian: Well, put it this, way, right [unintelligible] We’re gonna do it anyway