I'll pick you near the curb
Broken, folsom, sturd
Neil Armstrong says goodbye
Farewell the broken world
We are fleeting up above
They all are in their huts
We see there down below
The smallest ants are blown
Planets do collide
Wishes do erase
Dreams are failing path
Of us
In plane she saw the moon
On ship he saw the doom
Black Veil is void of sky
Melting tears are falling down
We are fleeting up above
They all are in their huts
We see there down below
The smallest ants are blown
Planets do collide
Wishes do erase
Dreams are failing path
Of us
It's over, captain. Welcome home
So, I'm finally back
We are fleeting up above
They all are in their huts
We see there down below
The smallest ants are blown