the new planets – yes, the fuse is lit

The fuse is lit
And everyone’s in place
The ground rumbles now
Can you feel it shake

The air is burned and the launchpad melts and breaks
Can you hear the voices in the distance as we blast away

Ten Commandos – Outermost Sky

Lift off, climb higher and higher
You and I both know what’s going on
We ride, above stormy weather

Deep space, a race with no boundaries
Floating as captions in forests of stars
A sea, of infinite motion