We were high like satellites
As we roamed the back streets
Chasing a stolen dream
With holes in our stream

We roved for miles
Dead but alive
Falling out like meteorites
Splitting a half-life

None of this was right
Still boosters would ignite
To disintegrate academy book
And their hard-earned flights

Down on The Palms
We heard meteor psalms
Ringing in our ears
We couldn’t help but hum along

Bad Cosmonauts
Searching for life support
There was no hope to be found
At the local space port

We were high like satellites
Always like satellites
The dust on our shoes speaks of a past life
Lightyears from here