The Great Combine

Repeating lines
Until the end of
Until the end of time

Try to find my place
But I can only
Put a song down
On your face

(And the lighting falls on
What we wanted to bring)

It’s not coming to me slow
So it don’t feel wrong

The way it moves together
Has to be right
In some world

In some pocket of the universe
Untouched by thought
No dirt no air no Earth no God
We can wait it out
We can hold our breath
No light no sound
Until you hear the approach
Of THE GREAT COMBINE