Žodžiai dainai: Legendary Pink Dots. Flowers For The Silver Man.

Capsule was diving, the temperature rising. Was hardly
surprising his tears turned to steam in the blink of an eye.
Just the hint of a cry. Baby knew he was dying - he knew he had
failed. And the mountainside opened - a moment to pray for all
the souls he'd come to save. Now he couldn't save himself.
That's the way the world goes round. It spins so fast. It made
him giddy - sucking all the power from the Silver Man.
Clouds formed a halo, the sky turned to day-glo in red and
in yellow. The smoke spread for miles. They stood back and
waited then moved armour plated - a night and a day cutting
Silver Man free! But guns were sheathed, he'd long stopped
breathing. They carried him away. (No-one saw the priest
scamper through the darkness, clutching at a package, wading
through the wreckage. Scatter. Scattered flowers for the Silver Man.)
Scientists raised hell and smashed all their razors.

Tried chainsaws, tried lasers - could not leave a mark!
Then sweat on the hotlines, `If Silver Man's hostile,
point all of your missiles up in the sky!' And eyes watched
for armies on lonely horizons and down in crowded cities.....
A multi-coloured, multi lingual vigil through the day and
through the night. Suffer. Suffered hours for the silver men!
Down in the garden, hands clutching a garland, the Silver Man's
solemn but he's trying to smile. Aware of his failure, the world
still in danger.....He takes comfort from angels. They tell him
`You tried! ` But Silver Man knows there's no hope anymore.
The sky is getting darker, it promises a shower. Showers for the
Silver Man! Promnezh Nivarrh!