the age of rockets
once we were monsters
Pilots are flying low Searching for life below Between the bits of broken earth Where the sunlight still hits Bodies wash against the shore The robots revolt Compass needles spin in place We can be happy Until the night skies die Welcome the moment That we feel lost and found (?) Travel the skies Never be homesick Quietly recall Once we were monsters Travel the skies Never be homesick Quietly recall We can be happy Until the night skies die Welcome the moment That we feel lost and found (?)