They're Out There

He doesn't have a friend, just some occupations.
Staring at the sky or at computer screens.
It gets you in the neck, all this looking skywards.
But every martyr knows that you suffer in belief.

But if only you could see the things that he has seen!
'Cause he knows that he can tell you just what all this means.

He knows, it's true, that they're out there.
He knows, it's true, that they're out there.
And there's very little faith left in this world.

There's so much in the sky, it must be hiding something.
He thinks that he's prepared, and he's counting down the days.

And if only you could see the things that he has seen!
'Cause he's sure that he could tell you just what all this means.

It's so easy when we sneer,
And mock the faith that he holds dear,
But just like us, he's chasing dreams.

If you look hard enough then you'll see it clearly.
There's something that we need, always coming from the sky.

And there's very little faith left in this world.