Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Skunkworks

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 – oh oh 


I’ve slept with many strangers, so fission fusion fission makes good sense 
Where I laid my head, my troubles I put down to experience 
It’s warm and lonely in het 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 – oh oh 


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 - oh oh