Empty Glass - The Tea Party

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