This is a Parody of Memory by Sugarcult

Sing along with the youtube clip

 

This may never launch.

We could go extinct
And not become
spacefaring.
Sure, we’re doomed to die,
But we can be great
And
reach the high frontier.

So get back, back, back to the
Apollo.
Where we once imagined
that we all could live in
space.
So move to, to, to the brand new space age.
My heart’s
beating faster
as the launch fills it with flame.

This may
never launch.

We could go extinct
And not become
spacefaring.
Losing half a year,
Waiting for funding.
Keep
on advocating.

So get back, back, back to the Apollo.
Where
we once imagined
that we all could live in space.
So move to,
to, to the brand new space age.
My heart’s beating faster
as
the launch fills it with flame.

This may never launch.

Chilling burning hearts.
And not become spacefaring.
Lost
our sense of awe
At that old night sky.
Yet, reach the high
frontier?

So get back, back, back to the Apollo.
Where we
once imagined
that we all could live in space.
So move to, to,
to the brand new space age.
My heart’s beating faster
as the
launch fills it with flame.

This may never launch.

We could go extinct
And not become
spacefaring.
Sure, we’re doomed to die,
But we can be great
And
reach the high frontier.