Pale Blue Black Holes

Rows of small squares on

Folded sea charts

Remote trapdoors

Marking sinking hearts

Shades of palest blue where

We climbed the masts

And kicked black holes

Through the one-way glass

When we struck sky

Yeah, it poured down light

Yeah, it poured down light

As if to say

You're still part of something

You'd let go

When you sank so low

Like an ember thrown

Into the depths

That tried to burn alone

Beacons glow softly

And disappear

Between the flashes

They whisper

I'm still here

To a boy, I've heard it

Felt like love

But we hear the urgent sea

Eats the soft light up

When we struck sky

Yeah, it poured down night

Yeah, it poured down night

As if to say

You're still a stranger to yourself

Moving shell to shell

That the rainbow's spell

Is only meant for bluebirds

And the angels

Well

We still flew like we could never fall

So high the sea looked very small