Say Hi - The Twenty-Second Century

We dreamt it clearly, shush, don't tell them
The blue craters and all of the glass
The lush plant life, the lack of angles
And the fluorescence, under stars

But can you keep a secret?
We're gonna be the kids who rule everything
In the twenty second century

Don't ever say that we'll never get there
We can start with our jars of coins
We'll build space suits made out of silver
We'll find a rocket in the rocket graveyard