These premonitions
Shine like stars that
Fall to earth too fast
I see the empty gla**
Where do we belong
Tell me, Major Tom
'Cause nothing's making sense
I listen and lament
For golden years
That pa** like thunder
And soldier on through time
This empty gla** is mine
Where do we belong
Could you help us, Major Tom
'Cause nothing's making sense
I listen and lament
A star man will come
When diamond dogs run
We need ground control
We're losing our souls
A star man will come
When diamond dogs run
We need ground control
We're losing our souls
We're losing our souls
We're losing our souls
We're losing our souls