Apollo 13
Do you feel our mood?
Covered miles a distance
Approaching the moon
A loud noise
No choice
To end our mission
Without a break
A challenge wisely calculated
Going to extremes
Madly lunatic
Wont make history
Fade into space solely
One way is leading back to you
Chasing an aim gonna pay for the news
We go through hell finally
Have a sensation of the devil
Clad in disguise face to toes
A deafening explosion
Stuck in mystery
Systems in confusion
Were losing energy
The vital powers suffocated
Heating oxygen
The volunteers out of
A million people
Facing fate again
Floating so lonely
Sheer action and pace
Sort of routine
Now were counting our days