Apollo

White sands
Craters deforming
Your sight and sounds
Great minds exploring

Stand atop this highland
This lunar pedestal
Where we are
No way of knowing

Flames lit up the night sky
Launching the last of its kind
Lunar dreams end
Never to be seen again

The four day voyage
Through the stars
White dust surface looming
As you look back and wave

These satellites in motion
We're dreaming
For a friend or foe
These satellites in motion
We're watching
We'll have it all

The module roaming skyward
As they look up and down this scene all wide eyed, back home on their TVs
The world is watching, hoping, dreaming
This rocky void, the blackness, this peaceful feeling
Blue marble in the abyss, shining through the bright tides in the darkness

Call out, dead afterburner

Finally, they crashed down into the sea

Scream out, spinning collision
Oh we're never coming home

These satellites in motion
We're dreaming
For a friend or foe
These satellites in motion
We're watching
We'll have it all

These satellites in motion
We're dreaming
For a friend or foe
These satellites in motion
We're watching
We'll have it all



Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Bell
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