Bruce Dickinson

Spiralling, falling - a silver machine
From wings of freedom, silent above
Eyelids were burning, summer sun roasting
Tumbling chrome in the clear blue sky
Brighter than sunshine, for all of our lifetimes
1000 stars turned day into night at the end
Where were you when it fell from the sky?
I saw the movie, I read the reply
In the beginning there was only the word
People were kissing in front of their shadows
Children were playing out in the yard