Many wishes have been made Many granted, many just mislaid Only one wish joins us all To greet the boatman and to think no more So the paint on strange machines Build a god to grant our wish It's the Big Red Spark Safe in the knowledge of the Big Red Spark Soon we're united in the Big Red Spark Safe in the knowledge of the Big Red Spark Hail to the coming of the Big Red Spark Walls go up as trillions pray Many worlds are linked in hope/despair Diplomats have meetings planned With the blueprints in their sweating hands To gather all the dreams to die Work that takes the countless years Is this the thing we planned Almost like drops of light Transparent shards of will – reunite Everywhere up and down Built from our own design We switched off the universe We're still here...