Calling 2032, we're lost in outer space
We got the word, we got the word
but still we couldn't get away
Sitting in electric dome above the universe
We start to fade, we start to fade
and now we don't know where to turn
I'm losing hold on just who you are
Sitting up late in the glass room counting stars
I'm disjointed in unconscious outer realms
I got my way, I got my way
but still I couldn't get her down
Zipped up in transparencies we hover mother earth
Lost in the haze, lost in the haze
still we don't know where to turn
I'm losing hold on everyone
Shooting up space in the glass room turning on.
I'm losing hold on everyone
Shooting up space in the glass room turning on
Calling 2032, we're lost in outer space
We got the word, we got the word
but still we couldn't get away
Sitting in electric dome above the universe
We start to fade, we start to fade
and now we don't know where to turn
I'm losing hold on just who you are
Sitting up late in the glass room counting stars
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth