The Space Race

Search you'll find no flies

On a parabol this size no you won't

With all our flagrant passes

We incur upon the people

To privatize the monuments

And publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore

Then they used to hurt

Race the ramparts high 'neath the canopy of lies as it were

Amidst the subtle traces

Whether particle or bone

We detect a weakness, yes

The sense we have honed don't work anymore

And they used to work

Amidst the subtle traces

Whether particle or bone

We detect a weakness, yes

The sense we have honed don't work anymore

Then they used to work

One could say we've lost the space race

One could say we've lost the space race

One could say we've lost the space race

And another one could say we're won