In a plane that's flown much higher   Opened up across the neck   Filming records of the hour   All the details they'd elect      Psalms of survival   Psalms of survival      Time and speed affect the frame   And the view above the ground   Through a lens, a tiny fissure   Wishing it would settle down      Psalms of survival   Psalms of survival      From the air it's just a grain   Another square of parcelled ground   Films of people living there   Don't have any sound      Psalms of survival   Psalms of survival