On the hilltop, high above us, oh
Stood his place of work
From its rooftop grew the tall mast
Reaching up to the sky
All around the blue corona
Lightning licks the ground
Charging through the coils of copper
While hums and crackles sound

Pulled from nowhere, forged in failure
You swim against the tide
All the while you see so clearly
All that lies ahead
You see the world now all connected
Flowing as a brain
You see the world the way it will be
Unfolding in your hands
What lies ahead
What lies ahead
Is forming in your hands