Oh yeah. . I spent ten years, half my life. Just getting ready, then it was time. Warpage in my figures, radios appear. Midnight was the barrier, back in 1963.
She kept the light open, all night long. For me to come home, and sing her my song. Oh Debbie Denise was true to me. She'd wait by the window, so patiently.
Bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon. If I make it 'til tomorrow noon, I'm leaving. 'Tween the horror of space and the terror of time. My heart in crystal down the line, I'm screaming.