We found this pile of paperWritten by the Aether ManHe hatched a mad old caperHe had a mad old planHe'd turn us into musicHe'd show us to our portalsHe'd gather wineHe'd fire in angelsTo entertain immortalsOut on the endless, endlessOut on the endless wildOut on the endless, endlessOut on the endless, endlessEndless, endless, endlessWildWe found open fireA door without a keyAcross the endless wildAcross the electronic seaHe'd turn us into musicHe'd show us to our portalsHe'd turn us to our portalsHe'd gather wineHe'd fire in angelsTo entertain immortalsOut on the endless, endlessOut on the endless wildOut on the endless, endlessOut on the endless, endlessOn the endless, endless, endless, endless wildOn the endless, endless, endless wildOn the endless, endless, endless, endless wildCome on, the end of the line