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 gods trained hands

to me every moment matters

because deaths arms are outward bound

crushing us like cars

into tiny squares

to me every moment matters