Freeze Frame
It was a sad and unexpected blow
When you aborted ship on a moonride a short time ago
Got trapped on a mission to above
No rescue act in a twilight zone
An entertaining tale
Now you've gone too far
You'll never be the same
And you cling hard to those numb senses
It's an ideal game of pretences
Now you cling hard to those numb senses
It's an ideal game of pretences
Your ears popped on the journey upwards
Propelled by rocket substances
High altitudes cause nose bleeds
And no air makes it difficult to breathe
I see you in freeze frame, my friend
I'm watching you
This space trip was insane, my friend
You ran out of fuel
I see you in freeze frame, my friend
I'm watching you
This space trip was insane, my friend
You ran out of fuel
Here we go again, walking the tightrope
Clinging to false hope
Riding our luck
Record profits in the pharmacies
Now you're slowly falling – blown by the breeze
And we sent up help: a fuel injection
A turbo boost – emergency action
But you misused the line
The perfect crime
Just another story for the goldmine
Now you cling hard to those numb senses
It's the ideal game of pretences
Now you cling hard to those numb senses
Now you've used up the last of your chances
So now you're stuck up there in the stratosphere
Oxygen running out, paralyzed by fear
How to get back down is not entirely clear
And we're wrecking our brains
Trying to get you down here
When you aborted ship on a moonride a short time ago
Got trapped on a mission to above
No rescue act in a twilight zone
An entertaining tale
Now you've gone too far
You'll never be the same
And you cling hard to those numb senses
It's an ideal game of pretences
Now you cling hard to those numb senses
It's an ideal game of pretences
Your ears popped on the journey upwards
Propelled by rocket substances
High altitudes cause nose bleeds
And no air makes it difficult to breathe
I see you in freeze frame, my friend
I'm watching you
This space trip was insane, my friend
You ran out of fuel
I see you in freeze frame, my friend
I'm watching you
This space trip was insane, my friend
You ran out of fuel
Here we go again, walking the tightrope
Clinging to false hope
Riding our luck
Record profits in the pharmacies
Now you're slowly falling – blown by the breeze
And we sent up help: a fuel injection
A turbo boost – emergency action
But you misused the line
The perfect crime
Just another story for the goldmine
Now you cling hard to those numb senses
It's the ideal game of pretences
Now you cling hard to those numb senses
Now you've used up the last of your chances
So now you're stuck up there in the stratosphere
Oxygen running out, paralyzed by fear
How to get back down is not entirely clear
And we're wrecking our brains
Trying to get you down here
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