(It's cold in the yard
I don't know where to start
Everything is already
Tattooed somewhere)

The sun's radiance reaches us in eight minutes
But given its age
Given the ever expanding nature of the universe
Four and a half billion light years away
Its solar winds are breathing fire
For the first time
Its flares dancing through the dark
To awaken the worlds at their birth

(The real world
Doesn't want us in it)

Is our being this buoyant?
Is some celestial observer
Watching us through a series of
Glass lenses and mirrors
Jotting down notes of our yesteryears
Maybe of his flight across the country
From the place he called home
To the place I've always called home

(Everyone else
Knows how to swim but...)

If so, on what star?
On what precious rock
Does his life still shine?

(...How could you drown us?
Bouyed by the wrath...)

I've been tinkering
With lead pipes and gunpowder
Aluminum frames, fein saws
And soldering irons,
Steel, a fishbowl from the attic,
My astronaut's helmet
Winter gloves, snow boots, and overalls
Over a wetsuit to stave off the cold
A notebook of his thoughts
To stave off the loneliness
Infinity didn't feel like anything
Until I was among the stars
Searching for something that I had loved
And lost

(...And the air is thin
There's some halt in the way
That things seem to work here)

Let us hope
That the duct tape holds
And that my misguided science
And memories of his crooked,
Coffee-stained smile
Can lead me to a world
Where his light
Still illuminates the days

(There's some halt in the way
That things seem to work here)

Lyrics submitted by Discordman

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