These premonitions shine like stars that Fall to earth too fast I see the empty gla** Where do we belong Tell me major tom Because 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 Because nothing's making sense I listen and lament A starman will come When diamond dogs run We need ground control We're losing our souls A starman 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