Sixth Century under the lost heaven
Hide behind our clouds [bad word] World, the space travel
Could heal and clean my soul
But you can’t get there
without hope

I visit the sick man
under the acting stars
Try to receive him
out of the dark

Ride on
Bounded for miles
Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on
Bounded for miles
Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on

Under the lost heaven
You can reach the sky
If you only try to
Know I’d lie

Walk on air
Move heaven in this
Fulfill the doom [bad word] in my words

Ride on
Bounded for miles
Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on
Bounded for miles
Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on

I visit the sick man
under the acting stars
Try to receive him
out of the dark

Ride on
Bounded for miles
Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on
Bounded for miles
Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on

Walk on air
Move heaven in this
For fill the doom [bad word] in my words

Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on

Walk on air
Move heaven in this
For fill the doom [bad word] in my words

Ride on
My artificial satellite
Ride on

Sixth Century under the lost heaven
Hide behind our clouds [bad word] World [bad word] World