(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all our needs
Chaotic energy that sucks the life from H to He
All life withers in the sun
I deny what I have done
Spend my days and nights in roaring halls of crimson fire
CHORUS:
Solar confinement
Solar confinement
Solar confinement
Solar distress flares, Oh-o!
I've slept with many strangers
so fission fusion fission makes good sense
Where I lay my head
my troubles I put down to experience
It's cold and lonely in the sun
I deny what I have done
Spend my days and nights in roaring halls of crimson fire
REPEAT CHORUS:
Solar distress flares, Oh-o!
SOLO
A lonely boy sits in his room
His curtains hide the sun
Confess to what you've done
and no one understands
REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
Solar distress wears
Solar distress wears
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