Miranda, how I miss your soothing glow
The emperor's warning, underneath your halo
Could you be the messenger from Phi Centauri?
Could you be the messenger from Phi Centauri?
The stars they seem to drift
The stars they seem to drift
As rockets burn me into space
G-forces tuggin' on my face
All around stars explode
Dark matter grows as our engines overload
And we sing
This is the Chord of the Future
And we play it all the time now
And we sing
This is the Chord of the Future
And we play it all the time now
Rockets burn me into space
G-forces tuggin' on my face
All around stars explode
Dark matter grows as our engines overload
And we sing
This is the Chord of the Future
And we play it all the time now
And we sing
This is the Chord of the Future
And we play it all the time now