The Ship کے بول

Space slides out from inside the mirror Chrome glass underside shimmering bright Three lyres fair the heat of inside Millions of suns light up the night The ship is on fire, it cuts through the gloom Another meteor slams The side of the moon Reading a book where the last page is gone The ink has become surprisingly clear Light shinin' bright nobodies home Millions of suns light up one tear And the ship is on fire As it cuts through the gloom Another meteor slams in the side of the moon One more tiny end has come down One more broom sweep up the tears In my room a race carries on Once more the mess is becomin' unclear And the ship is on fire As it cuts through the gloom Another meteor slams, in the side of the moon And the ship is on fire As it cuts through the gloom Another meteor slams, in the side of the moon