Where Angels Die

The end of days in this blue reservation A million corpses blast into outer space All the pieces of human population Are frozen space debris From a seemingly intact place This is the sound of the last trombone! Houston can you hear it? This is the sound of the last trombone! Houston can you hear it? Fly where angels die Fly where angels die All is lost in this cold tranquility Who is out there to save our souls? Fly where angels die Fly where angels die This is the sound of the last trombone! Houston can you hear it? This is the sound of the last trombone! Houston can you hear it?