Even within these tired flashes
Of another dying satellite,
I see these meaningless words calling
To some remnants of a flawless sight.

Soaring towards this dead horizon
Of another lying planetoid.
These visions fall within the fires,
That **** the ones trying to avoid

The light of the ones long forgotten,
Of another trying meteor,
Of nothing that has been a delusion,
Of the only thing that we tried for.

Keep my feeling within your own grasp,
Oh, another crying fallen star.
Turn what I said to nothing, but dust.
Run away to somewhere beyond far.