Monday, November 16, 2009

Lyrics: Space


That's the signal
We have made it past the line
Though I'm the first one
I feel I've done this all the time
I hear voices
Asking questions I don't know
And the answer's
Buried deep inside my soul

What's with all the stares
From people who aren't there?

Is it space that does these things to me
Or is it making history?
Why am I the one who's in this chair
And why does the whole world seem to care?

Who's my mother?
Did she know that I'd become
So important?
But I'm just like the other ones
And who's my father?
Is he Albert, just like me?
Did he know that
There won't be an Albert III

I'm running out of time
So I've got to clear my mind

Is it space that does these things to me
Or is it making history?
Why am I the one who's in this chair
And why does the whole world seem to care?

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