Текст Bruce Dickinson – Solar Confinement

Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity
That fuels all our needs
Chaotic energy that sucks
The life from H to He

All life withers in the sun
I deny what I have done
Spend my days and nights
In roaring halls of crimson fire

Solar confinement, solar confinement
Solar confinement, solar distress flares

I’ve slept with many strangers
So fission, fusion
Fission makes good sense
Where I laid my head, my troubles
I put down to experience

It’s warm and lonely in the sun
Deny what I have done
Spend my days and nights
In roaring halls of crimson fire

Solar confinement, solar confinement
Solar confinement, solar distress flares
Solar distress flares

A lonely boy sits in his room
His curtains hide the sun
Confess to what you’ve done
And no-one understands

Solar confinement, solar confinement
Solar confinement, solar distress flares
Solar confinement, solar confinement
Solar confinement, solar distress flares