Shipless ocean starship, under the waterfall ennui
Grazing on the satellites, a glacial abyss
Hijacks the databeam, avoiding all contact
Blue pill space car living
Sunken chapel headwinds
Orion's stellar nursery aimlessly shifting on the sea
The lost boys of melancholia dare not quit
Constellation rumours of tomorrow bring
City street lamp, all alone holography in the age of Asimov
Moonchild, in her spacesuit, seeks the last volunteer
Reading along these echo walls: sending signals into outer space
Is not wise without world peace and justice for all mankind
No one was there to realize what she was reading
I sympathize and wish that I somehow could help her
The Forevermore in jeopardy, because we were unable to join forces for good
It is up to us
Vold Book - Moonage Blues Lyrics
Vold Book - Moonage Blues Lyrics
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Shipless ocean starship, under the waterfall ennui
Grazing on the satellites, a glacial abyss
Hijacks the databeam, avoiding all contact
Blue pill space car living
Sunken chapel headwinds
Orion's stellar nursery aimlessly shifting on the sea
The lost boys of melancholia dare not quit
Constellation rumours of tomorrow bring
City street lamp, all alone holography in the age of Asimov
Moonchild, in her spacesuit, seeks the last volunteer
Reading along these echo walls: sending signals into outer space
Is not wise without world peace and justice for all mankind
No one was there to realize what she was reading
I sympathize and wish that I somehow could help her
The Forevermore in jeopardy, because we were unable to join forces for good
It is up to us
Grazing on the satellites, a glacial abyss
Hijacks the databeam, avoiding all contact
Blue pill space car living
Sunken chapel headwinds
Orion's stellar nursery aimlessly shifting on the sea
The lost boys of melancholia dare not quit
Constellation rumours of tomorrow bring
City street lamp, all alone holography in the age of Asimov
Moonchild, in her spacesuit, seeks the last volunteer
Reading along these echo walls: sending signals into outer space
Is not wise without world peace and justice for all mankind
No one was there to realize what she was reading
I sympathize and wish that I somehow could help her
The Forevermore in jeopardy, because we were unable to join forces for good
It is up to us
Writer: John Trautman
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