The current affair gets to be my business
I heard the news on the radio
The sun on earth what is this?
Is that the way that the crazy goes?

Attention tuned to the satellites,
looking down for an overview
In the chapel of space we are acolytes
In the battle of time we're all soldiers too
and the relative choir
push the energy higher
Under fire

The sliding show in the macroscopic
finger on the button pointing to progress
The apparatus roll, no-one here can stop it,
too bus learning more - always knowing less
Soon turkey - wrapped in the spaceman blanket
we'll offer up lame duck apologies
and settle down for the final banquet,
the gourmet dish of technology,
cryogenic device
catches all human life
Under ice

The current affair gets to be all out businness
It's filtered in through the TV screen
The norm, the average what is this,
when it goes blank what does that all mean?
And what's the drive of each individual?
And what's the way that the story ends?
Is it Mr X left as the last residual
holder of the flame, causcience of all men?
But he's so tense to expire
he throws himself on the wire
Under fire

Is this the way the world ends?
Under ice
Under fire
Has there been some mistaken design?
Under ice
Got to find the human voice
Lord, deliver us from Babel