Text: The Black Atlantic. Madagascar.

Oh, great and wondrous world
How the dice of evolution came
Up with a surprise
To make these tiny particles come alive

Alive, come alive
Alive, alive
Alive, come alive
Alive, alive

And for them to drape all things
With a cosmic blanket of meaning
When dust cherishes no memories
Makes you wonder

Whether man needs the lie
Like air to survive
Man needs the lie
Like air to survive