歌词
Heading for the sun
Crossing the horizon
Where are all the gods
When the matter closes in
Beaming in and beaming out
There's nowhere else to shout about
Silence of the airway speak
Sitting on an empty beach
Angel, spinning like a comet
Waiting for the sun to burn up
Waiting for the opposite of love
Maybe, we can be the young guns
We could be the good they need
Could it be the oxygen of love
We can, we can see the world now
Speeding over oceans
Flying over continent
Angel, spinning like a comet
Waiting for the sun to burn up
Waiting for the opposite of love
Now we are the ones
To see the last horizon
We may be the gods
But still the matter closes in
But we can try to beam it out
There's nothing to get hung about
Flying though the airless breech
We're heading for an endless peace
Angel, spinning like a comet
Waiting for the sun to burn up
Waiting for the opposite of love
Maybe, we can be the young guns
We could be the good they need
Could it be the oxygen of love
We can, we can see the world now
Speeding over oceans
Flying over continent
Angel, spinning like a comet
Waiting for the sun to burn up
Waiting for the opposite of love