Falling Away From The Sun.

(beep, beep, beep) Ground control,

do you read me?

Static on the line,

we are floating out of time

Looking at the blue marble,

leaving it behind

We had a plan to reach the stars,

a calculated flight

But now we are drifting in the everlasting night

Oxygen is low, the dials are spinning red (spinning red) Thinking of

the simple things that we should have said

Houston,

we have a problem

We are falling away from the sun

Houston, we have a problem

And the damage has already been done

Computers dark, cold metallic shell

Far away from gravity,

inside a quiet cell

No safety net, no rescue team in sight

Just an endless journey

through the quiet light

Are you listening? (listening) Or are we just ghosts in the machine?

Houston... We are going dark now

(going dark...)