"Antarctica" lyrics

Bending time down the highwire we climb
All these ships have turned to tunes
They say there's space in a cold mountain place
With guarded doors and golden rooms

It's taken years nothin' left but the gears
Now the paper says we'll be there soon
Home sweet home, where the statues of stone
Same red sun and silver moon

I hope those oars and the big iron soars
Still they bury in the snow
Dive down deep, where the old miners sleep
Where they settled long ago

Bending time down the highwire we climb
All these ships have turned to tombs
They say there's space in a cold mountain place
With guarded doors and golden rooms