Libtery Bell - Lyrics by The Gathering


Lyrics
No brainwaves or activitywhile the craft is in the air
It's getting dark, it's getting lightwe are sitting in a chair
We have fastened every beltwe cannot float out of our seats
It's so enormously frightening
When our tail reaches superheat
Another timezonea change of seasonit is turning dark again
We're getting ready for yetanother orbit around our planet
It is time for the galactic cruise
To come to an end
One last view on the worldand the time we have spend
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