Empty Glass

These premonitions Shine like stars that Fall to earth too fast I see the empty gla*s Where do we belong? Tell me Major Tom Because nothing is making sense I listen and lament For golden years That pa*s like thunder And soldier on through time This empty gla*s is mine Where do we belong Could you help us Major Tom? Because nothing is 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