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. Messages, Messages, Messages, Messages.