Žodžiai dainai: Bruce Dickinson. Skunkworks. Strange Death in Paradise.

Spiraling, falling
A silver machine
From wings of freedom
Silent above

Eyelids were burning
Summer sun roasting
Tumbling chrome
In the clear blue sky

Brighter than sunshine
For all of our life times
One thousand stars
Turned day into night at the end

Where were you
When it fell from the sky?
I saw the movie, I read the reply
At the beginning there was only the Word

People were kissing
In front of their shadows
Children were playing
Out in the yard

I am not guilty
I made no difference
I wasn't born
And I wasn't made on that day

Where were you
When it fell off from the sky?
I saw the movie, I read the reply
At the beginning there was only the Word

Strange death in paradise
Strange death in paradise
Strange death in paradise
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