Paroles de 'Rocket' par Andrew Peterson

Oh the sight of the mighty machine, the iron shine of a golden dream. On the edge of the ocean, a potential explosion stands so tall and so serene. I've got two little boys and a girl in bows. We were first in line just to see the show, to count down the seconds as destiny beckons into the arms of the astral glow.
And we're gonna see a rocket, we're gonna see a rocket blast through the last of the atmosphere, up and away to the great wide open, adrift in an airless ocean, in a bliss of mystical motion-I'm stuck down here.
Just look at the ground on the grassy hill. It'll lift you up but it holds you still, 'cause gravity binds us but glory defines us. It's the greater pull of a perfect will. And they say the ground is gonna quake and groan. They say the sound's gonna shake my bones. It's so full of meaning, alive and careening into the grace of the great unknown.
And we're gonna see a rocket, we're gonna see a rocket blast through the last of the atmosphere; up and away to the great wide open, adrift in an airless ocean, in a bliss of mystical motion-I'm stuck down here.
We stood among the multitude, we saw the rocket rise in a fiery hue. It defied destruction to ride the eruption. I have found this much is true: that love alone can carry you up and away to the great wide open, adrift in an endless ocean, in a bliss of mystical motion. I have found this much is true: love alone can carry you.