It’s 4 in the morning July in ’69, me and my sister, we crept down like shadows.    They’re bringing the moon right down to our sitting room, static and silence and a monochrome vision.    They’re dancing around, slow puppets silver ground and the world is watching with joy.    We hear a voice from above and it’s history and we stayed awake all night.    And something is said and the whole room laughs aloud. Me and my sister, looking on like shadows.       the end of an age as we watched them walk in a glow, lost in space, but I don’t know where it is.    They’re dancing around, slow puppets, silver ground and the stars and stripes in the sand.   We hear a voice from above and it’s history and we stayed awake all night.    They’re dancing around, it sends a shiver down my spine and I run to look in the sky and    I half expect to hear them asking to come down.    Oh, will they fly or will they fall? To be excited by a long late night.