Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down

Burn these high rises back into a ghost town

Of iridium-white clouds

Matted close against the ground

While the sky hangs empty as a frame

See the reddening horizon line

Feel the planet spilling on the space time

On the way down Somerset, I take pictures of cement

For the history books on Mother Earth

To the west now, it begins

In the sound waves, in the wind

There is an echo going by

Of the mountains caving in

And the parted roads and I

Knew that one day we would die

And become smooth and old again

Like the ash that sweeps the sky

Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down

Burn these high rises back into a ghost town

To the west now, it begins

In the sound waves, in the wind

There is an echo going by

Of the mountains caving in

There's holy water lying in the crater well

Heavy metals high test gasoline

Blessed singularity

A telescoping memory

Where the sky still flickers through the leaves