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 ooh

I've slept with many strangers so fission, fusion, fission makes good sense
Where I laid my head, my troubles I'll put down to experience
It's warm and lonely 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
Solar distress flares ooh

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
Solar distress flares
Solar distress flares ooh