Talking
All this talk about the wonder world
And what should we say?
Or could you tell us in some simple words?

Vision
All these visions of a brighter day
But now is the time
Or is this moment just a passing phase?

If yours is to reason
Then ours is to rhyme
I sit by my window
Looking for the other side of science

Moving
Always moving on a faster train
And where could we go?
Or would we travel to some other place?

You fill me with fiction
And empty ideals
I sleep in the cold light
Dreaming about the other side of science