All Alone On A Rock - Ian Moss

All alone on a rock
Colder than the constellations   
Fired free of gravitations hollow
The mathematic suns  
Sing to me what must be done    
And anything is possible tomorrow  
All alone on a rock 
Far below the city's rolling    
Colder than the ocean in it's shadow    
I do not feel pain 
I wont be going back again
And anything is possible tomorrow  
Every shipwreck lying hollow
Every burned and broken cello
In it's far magellic dust  
Is callin' back for me to follow  
And I'm
All alone on a rock  
Hanging in the solar gale    
Sweeping down the fields of Galileo  
The mathematic suns
Sing to me what must be done
They sing to me and sing as one    
They're moving now it has begun
And anything is possible tomorrow          
I do not feel pain
I wont be back this way again 
And anything is possible tomorrow