The hands on the clock
   Can't hold back the time.
   Without the clock
   There's no reason why.
  
   We're sending messages,
   Messages,
   Messages,
   Messages.
  
   With hands held high
   To the new sunrise,
   With open arms
   To the empty skies
  
   Receiving messages,
   Messages,
   Messages,
   Messages.
   (From the rings of Saturn.)
  
   Messages,
   Messages,
   Messages,
   Messages.
  
   Through space and time
   For a million years,
   (From the rings of Saturn)
   Receiving messages.
  
   Receiving messages,
   Messages,
   Messages,
   Messages.
   (From the rings of Saturn.)
  
   Messages,
   Messages,
   Messages,
   Messages.