Seventeen

What is this forced sympathy for heartbeats in the universe, distracting masses from our dirtThe planet earth is dying so how more can we wait for a signal sent from far, from deepI'd like to spare your belief but how could they hear our call: its echo has spinned and trapped our scream"There are 2 worlds and 2 worlds onlyBut the plane between them count as 1From the sides, dim and twice as many...... at least that's what the lady saidA tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-septWhatever these words may mean... The omen is upon us, the Gipsy read our blood red duskPhilosophers and prophets have failed to bend our curse - Ashes to Ashes for this worldIt doesn't really matter for no one seems to care what happens in the final stage"There are 2 worlds and 2 worlds onlyBut the plane between them count as 1From the sides, dim and twice as many...Mark my words 8 and 8 and 1 will be the magic number, 17"...at least that's what the lady saidA tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-septThe magic number, 17... at least that's what the lady saidA tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-septSeventeen...