I don't know where my life lies,
on the spectrum of time
woven with space,
set at a panthers pace.
I'm here in this solar symptom.
A perfect distance from the sun,
An idealistic ozone.
The third planet, but still alone.
You're in your solar symptom.
The planet's surface burns hot,
Your atmosphere rich in CO2.
Somehow, I still feel you.
Only an eighth of a galaxy away.
Baby that's still twelve thousand light years.
Subside to the quantum gears.
Your gravity weighs on you heavy,
let it take you in.
Trust me, it will alter your time in space. Setting years at a days pace.
Just hold on.
I'm on my three thousandth light year,
hold fast.
I fear my life might not last.
Your time winds in slow motion.
Baby, please wait.
My time is still the same.
Your days are my years,
and all of my fears.
This vessel will reach you.
Weather my bodies decayed
or you see my last day.
