There were bright flashes the day you were born
And your mother's hair was brown.
All of the doctors pronounced you a dead man
And they told her what to prepare for.
Somewhere far from you at the center of earth
The science that made you awoke.
And it said oooo.
The gods in the sky draped in cloth made of clover
Amused by the cliffs of your plights
Sent down a goddess with hair black as night.
She gave you a piece of her power.
And once you were young and gasping for air
And now you are strong as a mountain.
And all things considered it's quite coincidence I am still here and so are you.
The floor of the Earth may decide to upturn us,
The skies might be ready to strike.
And you might decide, overwhelmed with surprise
That there might be something on earth worth saving.
Let it be me.
Oxygen sometimes can lead you off course
and breathing is something to die for,
but all things considered it's quite coincidence I am still here and so are you.