In the distance, a crumpled figure with a metallic sheen
Is dormant and waiting, dormant and waiting
In the distance, salvation appears at the end of a dream
Dormant and waiting, time is abating
(CHORUS)
The face on the moon
Never seemed too hostile, in the depths of space
My footsteps in your sky, amongst the clouds up so high
Of molten iron burning brightly
Flames blacken a rusty hide
Encased within is nothing but an echo of better times gone by