Introducing cosmic space, it's an ordinary place.
All the captives all the time, all the ghosts they'll never find.
I sail around the stars,
Collecting specimens in jars.
Some will struggle with their faith, but they never could escape.
You see how it feels to hold the magic over them,
Those the ones you could've been,
But they never let you in.
I thought about the times,
Always forming into lines,
It's now or never day,
No more ordinary way to be.
All these shifting shapes are beautiful in different ways.
These living artifacts remind us how we fill our days,
And it seems they're evaporating after all.
Introducing cosmic space, shows the splinter, time we waste.
Through the tendrils, through the spine,
Through the ghosts we'll never find.
Exploding through the dreams of these ghosts we've never seen,
[?] exasperation [?]
Alright, we can defeat the interlopers if we try.
As they disappear from sight, wheel them gently toward the light.
I thought about the times,
Always forming into lines,
It's now or never day,
No more ordinary way to be.
All these shifting shapes are beautiful in different ways.
These living artifacts remind us how we fill our days,
And it seems they're evaporating after all.
And it seems they're evaporating after all.