(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Yes, yes, I'd launch a rocket right into the rising sun
My living breath is measured, every step is gone
Fare you well my friends
see you down the line, yeah, yeah
I don't belong to nation, state or buying race
I leave my prejudice with you, my religion's in space
So have a little respect
CHORUS:
Why are we running in this space race?
Why are we acting like we own the place?
Just want to feel the starlight on my face
Reach out my hand and touch beyond...
Yea, yes, I'd float around till gravity's end
unity is coming singular again
See you then my friend
at the end of time, yeah, yeah
Secret knowledge, science, logic is all gone
Nothing left but burning up into the sun
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