When the shadows grow long
and gravity begins to let you down
can the spacebound foetus
pilot around and our way out
because to me every moment matters
you can never move forward
while standing still
to me every moment matters
shall we just place the blame
on invention or our ability
of discovery
the temperature will drop
as the astronauts
are seduced by the twilights'
motherly appeal
and deaths arms are outward bound
as we strike upwards
towards the stars
into this god's trained hands
to me every moment matters
because death's arms are outward bound
crushing us like cars
into tiny squares
to me every moment matters