Ten years gone, was it worth it?
Is the answer clear?
And after all (and after all)
Nothing's lost, when there's nothing
When there's nothing there
Whatever was (whatever will)
We belong here now
Unpeopled space
toils without complaint
Obliterates as it reclaims
Our work for work's sake
we're useless in our way
Clear the brush and push the paint
Oh, what a laugh
I'm not what I am
when I'm drifting in between
Standing dead and driving in rain
The thought that remains
our bodies rise and fall
Spawning, sprawling, lying down
Oh, what a laugh
Words fail, and they're failing
And they fail me now
The loss of all (the loss of all)
Nothing's lost, when there's nothing
When there's nothing there
Whatever was (whatever will)
Well, it won't now
