Octavia

Bruce Dickinson

I'm vacuum breathing and open-mouthed

as the red shift fills my eyes

oh minister my promises as her shadow cuts the day away

I remember you when you walked into that room

now dislocated jagged pieces

are sliding into this broken mind

I'm swimming back against the river

but I'm rising with the tide

where we came from

we're all going back there soon

how many times have we met this way

how many lives have we lived before

how many faces and how many names

shadows come but shadows are gone

shadows come but shadows are gone