Moonshot Manchild - Tim Bowness

You can never say how much you’re hurting

You can never say how much you feel

The days are long when you’re not working

You feel you’ve lost your sense of wonder

You feel you’ve lost your golden touch

The sonic flights

The blood and thunder

Those sweet, sweet songs…

The temperature is rising

But you’re still feeling cold

The flashing lights are blinding

You’ve never felt so old

Moonshot manchild

You’re running out of road

The boy with strange obsessions

Became the man who wanted more

Whose dreams were used as weapons

For evening the score

The temperature is rising

But you’re still feeling cold

The flashing lights are blinding

You’ve never felt so old

Moonshot manchild

You face the night alone

You’re wearing the styles of your age

A slave to the whims of a phase

You dreamt of eternity’s gaze

Now you’re running out of time

There’s no point in contemplation

There’s no use for too much thought —

Your legacy’s been bought

The temperature is rising

But you’re still feeling cold

The flashing lights are blinding

You’ve never felt so old

You face the night alone