space, black and empty
drifting so quietly
we watch the stars float by
our silver ship all alone
in eternity all alone
a spaceman in an empty suit
listened to silence and died
his body turning in endless spirals
as he travels into infinite nights
his helmet is still with us
high on a shelf
the black visor staring at us
condemning us
for we do not wish
to join its owner
in the deep void
but black is not our colour
silence is not our noise
our destiny we know well
we laugh at the vacuum
that will never claim us
as we cut the ship's engines
slowly
surely
we begin our long fall
into the warm heart
of a beckoning star
warm heart
mein heart