Is it strange
Is it bleak
That conversations through

Hear it blip
On this spot
Now there's only me and you

Collective kind
You will find
All your thoughts
Are out of mind

Where does it start
Where will it end
And how will we be moved

On a rock
Spinning through
And echoes round the sun

Echoes Round the Sun
Echoes Round the Sun
On a rock
Spinning through
And echoes round the Sun
Echoes Round the Sun
Echoes Round the Sun
On a rock
Spinning through
And echoes round the Sun

Where is up
When we go down
Floating through the void

Getting lost
Getting found
Now there's only me and you

Where does it start
Where will it end
And how will we be moved

On a rock
Spinning through
And echoes round the sun

Echoes Round the Sun
Echoes Round the Sun
On a rock
Spinning through
And echoes round the sun
Echoes Round the sun
Echoes Round the Sun
On a rock
Spinning through
And echoes round the sun

Echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun
On a rock
Spinning through
And echoes round the sun

You and me on the spot...