Flying saucers in the sky
gently moving, pass on by
hovering above our heads
reach your hands to where they rest
Make a journey, visit space
bring some starlight to your face
we are drifting, taking time
mind the saucers, mind the sign
Every universe is new
all the watchers seeking truth
all we ever are is dust
blowing through the black a must
Travelling by speed of light
experiences at a sight
until the signal has lost us
they take us home, the flying saucers…