When the shadows grow long

And gravity begins to let you down

Can the space-bound fetus pilot

Around and our way out

Because to me, every moment matters

To me, every moment matters

You can never move forward

While standing still

To me, every moment matters

Shall we just place the blame

On invention or our ability

Of discovery

The temperature will drop as the astronauts

Are seduced by the twilight's motherly appeal

The temperature will drop as the astronauts

Are seduced by the twilight's motherly appeal

And deaths arms are outward bound

As we strike upwards toward the stars

Into this god's trained hands

To his trained hands

To his trained hands

To his trained hands

To his trained hands

To me, every moment matters

Yes, to me, every moment matters

Yes, to me... (matters)

Because death's arms are outward bound

Crushing us like cars into tiny squares

To me, yes to me

To me, every moment matters