This is quite a bit of a hooligan trap
Astral engines in reverse, I'm falling through the universe again
Down among the dead man's vision, Faded dreams and nuclear visions flash
The streams of theory are holding up grace, The puppets falling to the ground
The love I feel as I fly endlessly through space, Thus the time I wonder, will my ship be found?
On this sinking ship I travel faster than the speed of light
Not so supernova burns, the black holes turn and fade from sight
The streams of theory are in the human race, The answers buried underground
The love I feel as I fly endlessly through space, Thus the time I wonder, will my ship be found?
And very soon, the bombers move, We'll show us light, and as we crash, we'll pray and kiss
And say goodnight, goodnight
We'll show you light, and as we crash, we'll pray and kiss
And say goodnight, goodnight
We'll show you light
