Passenger

  
After the icecaps on the north and south poles melted
and greenlands glaciers slid into the sea,
the oceans began to rise.
And one day...
...they swept our house away.

(Four chords with slow tempo and a meandering melody.)
So we began to sail north.
We sailed all day and all night.
Soon the days grew longer...
And the great white birds circling the sun above
grew to be more magnificent in size than any that I had seen before.

(Four chords with an accelerating tempo. The melody separates from the chords for the last 2 chords)
And when we had left the last vestiges of land behind us
There opened up before us an endless expanse of lilypads
Great green giant [lilypads] rising up 
like the pedestals of fairies in some children's story.

And on the horizon a hazy mist was criss crossed by streaks of coloured light. The aurora borealis.

Oh such lovileness! Reds. Greens...
Cut (snaking their way across the night sky.)
Cut (Like fire.)
Cut (Like an enormous eruption... of cosmic force...)    

As we grew closer to the mist,
the air grew thin.
Indifference and listlessness set in.

The mist became more distinct.
It wasn't a mist but a great, grey cataract
stretching across the horizon.

Far-off flickering beams of light
crowned its crest.  
And through holes in its exterior
we could see vague, flitting forms on the other side.

A chasm opened up to receive us,
and we sailed into the cataract.
Up above us in the sky.
A blinding light began to descend...