Carabella

On Earth, the bright, small world
We cry of the news as the ship goes down
On Earth we weep for his end
The truth and the reason make no difference
On earth, we sense their confusion
We sense their last panic; we did not know his name
On earth the bright small world
And those who died
While charting the heavens, will never make it out alive
Their tears, they burst out destroy her
As they destroy her
Accidents are bending the sounds
The disheartened crunch of explosions
And burning emotions carrying on forever
Through these canyons that never die