Zeitgeist

Astral engines in reverse.
I’m falling through the universe again.
Down among the deadmen’s vision.
Faded dreams and nuclear fission spent.

The strings of theory are holding up the race.
The puppets falling to the ground.
The love I feel as I fly endlessly through space.
Lost in time, I wonder will my ship be found.

On this sinking ship I travel
Faster than the speed of light.
Not so super nova burns,
The black holes turn and fade from sight.

The strings of theory hide in the human race.
The answers buried underground.
The love I feel as I fly endlessly through space.
Lost in time, I wonder will my ship be found.

And very soon
The bomber’s moon
Will show us light
And as we crash
We’ll pray and kiss
And say goodnight.
Goodnight.