Passengers
The spaceship flies away in the night sky...We're Passengers! We let
go and find ourselves orbiting far from home. Slow guitars and lazy
droids come together in perfect symmetry.

Summer Days
But a Tropical mood reveals itself and the palm trees on Planet #8 go down
the gold paved street, side by side, hand in hand.
Millions of voices sing
together and summer days gotta change the way you feel.

Wiki.
The place is Wiki. It's a secluded paradise on the outer rim close to
the Nebular. Space pop is the wave. The wave comes in little drops of
acid distortion. We taste it and we love it. We love it and we tear it
apart like a long lost lover.

Sharing Space Secrets
The game changer. Symbols and mysteries flow on repetition storming
out from the chords of my guitar. The night sky flashes. One huge
synth breaks the silence and collides into a wall of hope!

GOLD
A wall of teenage love... Chewing gum and making promises...echoes of
a dream. Echoes of another civilization. Echoes of you! Falling down a
spiral of keytars and flying sapphires you'll never let go of my hand.