Repeating cycle of light / no light
There's nothing in the airspace
There's no one in the airspace
Repeating cycle of love / no love
Sing ho! For the gatherings
We took them for granted then
Didn't we, oh fellow celebrants?
Ah, but fool us once, right?
Ho! For the gatherings
For having what we had again
Now that we know, fellow celebrants
What the hell it meant.
-- Nickel Creek, "Celebrants"