Wishing upon a kamikaze plane
Dancing in Titan’s rain
We could spend the day together on Hyperion
Never knowing if it’s short or long
Take me to the moons
They may call us loons
No one said we couldn’t swing
From Saturn’s rings
Surprise me with a star
Better yet a quasar
So I can be consumed
In the vacuum of you
I live between the stars
Until the sweet sun reaches out her arms
Slow to open my eyes
As to not wash away all that I fantasize
In my reverie
The galaxy
Is our playground
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
Wishing upon a kamikaze plane
Dancing in Titan’s rain
We could spend the day together on Hyperion
Never knowing if it’s short or long
Take me to the moons
They may call us loons
No one said we couldn’t swing
From Saturn’s rings
Surprise me with a star
Better yet a quasar
So I can be consumed
In the vacuum of you
I live between the stars
Until the sweet sun reaches out her arms
Slow to open my eyes
As to not wash away all that I fantasize
In my reverie
The galaxy
Is our playground
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