Lyrics:

These premonitions
Shine like stars that
Fall to earth too fast
I see the empty glass

Where do we belong
Tell me, Major Tom
'Cause nothing's making sense
I listen and lament

For golden years
That pass like thunder
And soldier on through time
This empty glass is mine

Where do we belong
Could you help us, Major Tom
'Cause nothing's making sense
I listen and lament

A star man will come
When diamond dogs run
We need ground control
We're losing our souls

A star man will come
When diamond dogs run
We need ground control
We're losing our souls
We're losing our souls
We're losing our souls
We're losing our souls