Libtery Bell Lyrics - The Gathering

No brainwaves or activity 

while the craft is in the air 

It's getting dark, it's getting light 

we are sitting in a chair 

We have fastened every belt 

we cannot float out of our seats 

It's so enormously frightening 

When our tail reaches superheat 

Another timezone 

a change of season 

it is turning dark again 

We're getting ready for yet 

another orbit around our planet 

It is time for the galactic cruise 

To come to an end 

One last view on the world 

and the time we have spend