Texty písní Arjen Anthony Lucassen

Arjen Anthony Lucassen

The Space Hotel

Plans for space tourism were already in the works by twenty-first century. Technology in the New Real has made the dream part of everyday life.

There's nothing like a weekend getaway in space!

It's 6 am, we're about to leave

My heart is racing as I take my seat.

What a feeling, so unreal, a cosmic holiday.

Still can't believe it, the final frontier,

a journey into Space.

The hatches close, everyone's aboard.

The engine's churning, we're taking off.

It has started,there's no way back

now we're on our way

We have departed into the black,

a journey into Space.

We're on a cosmic holiday

From the hotel lounge, we admire the Earth

The seas and clouds, our amazing world

In zero G you can loose yourself

Floating free in the Space Hotel.

Making love, in zero gravity

Will outspace your wildest fantasy

What a feeling, so unreal, a cosmic holiday

Still can't believe it, the final frontier,

making out in space

See the sun arise fifteen times a day,

The crystal shine of the milky way

We're spinning around and raising Hell

Hanging out in the Space Hotel.

From the hotel lounge we admire the Earth

The seas and clouds, our amazing world

In zero G you can loose yourself

Floating free in the Space Hotel.

Flying up to the bar, doing somersaults

Playing guitar, bouncing off the walls

We're spinning around, and raising Hell

Hanging out in the Space Hotel