The Orbital

Still trapped in schemes Of shiny points of a source Shiny points in this dark Immensity Surrounding me And my harmed ship Wandering aimlessly tends Only to wait for the end And there, in the distance My ship identifies what seems to be A rocket of another life form Approaching What might they want? What might they want? What might they want? All ready for the scanning Of this unknown shuttle With my space suit on I'm inside and nothing seems To move or breathe, Though the floor Is full of strange bodies That prayed to death What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I do? All in dust, there I find A map of planets, suns and moons And curiously a planet there Is similar to the resting earth For your love, iconic love I'm sure this planet holds a moon Of your eyes, of your eyes In it's surface we will meet We'll be heard Keeping what's long over Long ago's unchanging But on this moon I'll feel you And this time I'll be there Social days are over Only to be closer What a luck I had Stumbling Against that odd ship And back to mine, back to mine Back to mine, back to mine Full speed I follow the maps The last efforts of my ship are the facts I can attain I can get it Ooh, before It's too late As soon as I can I'll see you there