Fermi's Pile (Hunstone)
This desert floor, so cold at night
but come the dawn we'll be warm
Los Alamos, out among the saltbush
a thousand suns will rise as one
We held a storm in a bottle
we left the lid undone
and now she's out we can't contain her
what have we become?
And all the sand has turned to glass
a tortured tower from nature's power
a million faces seen in the clouds
I feel the ground but I hear no sound now
We held a storm in a bottle
we left the lid undone
and now she's out we can't contain her
what have we become?
Sticks and stones and other weapons
what was then will be again
so many lost, so many saved
forever more to fear this war
We held a storm in a bottle
we left the lid undone
and now she's out we can't contain her
what have we become?