Bruce Dickinson - Octavia [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm vacuum breathing
And open-mouthed
As the red shift fills my eyes
Minister, my promises as her shadow
Cuts the day away

I remember you
As you walked into that room

Dislocated jagged pieces
Are sliding into this broken mind
Swimming back against the river
But I'm rising with the tide
Where we came from
We're all going back there soon

How many times have we met this way?
How many lives have we lived before?
How many faces and how many names?
Shadows come, but shadows are gone
Shadows come, but shadows are gone

How many times have we met this way?
How many lives have we lived before?
How many faces and how many names?
Shadows come, but shadows are gone
Shadows come, but shadows are gone