PRESUMED DYING

A big passenger vessel
on a two week journey.
No need for cryo sleep,
more like a cruise,
lots of time for R&R.
A sudden explosion – accident,
attack or sabotage?
The closeness to an airlock
and the safety suits
temporarily saves a man’s life.
The second explosion
tears the ship apart
and the man is thrown
out into space.
With some breathable
air and, for a short time,
in radio contact, he is floating
toward his presumed death.

It was a normal day,
the sensors read all OK
And everything was fine,
we were just killing time

Our ship in full control (and)
kept our course away from home
The day just lingered on,
and nothing could go wrong…

We’re under attack, run for your life
We’re under attack, run for your life,
attack, attack

There was a big explosion
threatening to break the hull
At first just emptiness,
we could just hear our breath

We didn’t know what hit us,
even less what to expect
We had nowhere to hide
(and) time was running out

We’re under attack, run for your life
We’re under attack, run for your life,
attack, attack

In sudden silent fear, around the ship in agony We ran for safety pods, we never did fight back

With gravitation lost as life support was running out Then came the second blow and we abandon ship

Falling out
Slowly drift into the sun
Falling down
Still alive and left to die
Still in contact
Still alive

I can still, I can still see,
I can hear
I can breathe, I can still feel
As we will go down in flames

Slowly burn
Like a shooting star
Slowly burn
Like a shooting star

Music: Westholm Lyrics: Westholm/Edling