Moonshot Manchild by Tim Bowness Lyrics

You can never say how much you’re hurting
You can never say how much you feel
The days are long when you’re not working

You feel you’ve lost your sense of wonder
You feel you’ve lost your golden touch

The sonic flights
The blood and thunder

Those sweet, sweet songs…

The temperature is rising
But you’re still feeling cold
The flashing lights are blinding
You’ve never felt so old

Moonshot manchild
You’re running out of road

The boy with strange obsessions
Became the man who wanted more
Whose dreams were used as weapons
For evening the score
The temperature is rising
But you’re still feeling cold
The flashing lights are blinding
You’ve never felt so old

Moonshot manchild
You face the night alone

You’re wearing the styles of your age

A slave to the whims of a phase
You dreamt of eternity’s gaze
Now you’re running out of time

There’s no point in contemplation
There’s no use for too much thought -
Your legacy’s been bought

The temperature is rising
But you’re still feeling cold
The flashing lights are blinding
You’ve never felt so old

You face the night alone