Bruce Dickinson - Octavia

Im vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed

As the red shift fills my eyes

Minister my promises

As her shadow cuts the day away

I remembered you, as you walked into that room

Dislocated, jagged pieces

Are sliding into this broken mind

Swimming back against the river

But Im rising with the tide

Where we came from, were 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

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