Peter was sad, then built a machine To travel in time and fix somethings Oh, no! What a mess Walk over the abyss of sads Cronus machine is ready to go Controls are set for time to flow There he goes All alone Into the deepest unknown When you're falling down And you look around Being one and all When you're falling down So it stops in a space field The year is 3666 (three thousand six six six) Was it misfortune Or engine misfit? Things are bad to worst For poor Pete But a shining light came to him Bright sight with fire within Done the undone He succeed Came back home With Cronus Machine When you're falling down And you look around Being one and all When you're falling down Down