The atmosphere
The milky way
A shooting star light years away
Years away
To grasp a fact
To know exactly how it is
We landed here
We float, we find, we fear
Galactic company
But know if we're alone
Our odds are slim we'll see an afterglow
(Glow, glow)
(Glow, glow, glow)
A silhouette
A clean eclipse
A canopy, organic bliss
(Bliss, bliss)
To move along the surface of colossal masses from above
We see, we soar, we shove
Capturing the actual dimensions
Isolating mid-suspension
(Outro)
