Carabella - Royden

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