(jon anderson/chris squire)

you´re first i´m last
you´re thirst i´m asked to justify
killing our last heaven beast
don´t hunt the whale

in beauty vision
do we offer much
if we reason with destiny, gonna lose our touch
don´t kill the whale

rejoice they sing
they worship their own space
in a moment of love, they will die for their grace
don´t kill the whale

if time will allow
we will judge all who came
in the wake of our new age to stand for the frail
don´t kill the whale

cetacei....