The hands on the clock

Can't hold back the time.

Without the clock

There's no reason why.



We're sending messages,

Messages,

Messages,

Messages.



With hands held high

To the new sunrise,

With open arms

To the empty skies



Receiving messages,

Messages,

Messages,

Messages.

(From the rings of Saturn.)



Messages,

Messages,

Messages,

Messages.



Through space and time

For a million years,

(From the rings of Saturn)

Receiving messages.



Receiving messages,

Messages,

Messages,

Messages.

(From the rings of Saturn.)



Messages,

Messages,

Messages,

Messages.



Messages,

Messages,

Messages,

Messages.