A see-through
Soaring
Lucid true girl
Writing stories
On a floating
Blue world
Falling in love
With distant quasars
When you fall hard
You see
The prettiest stars
Mirrors perfectly aligned
Flashing signals to the blind
Reeks of empty space
All the boring days in-between
Things showing up on the radar screen
Is not enough to break me
Bring it back bring it back
Bring it back bring it back bring it back
Smoke a hundred cigarettes
A hundred little deaths
A spiral arm
To wrap around
I tried to be patient
I tried to be good
But it's too hard
I'm too rough
It's too much
It's not enough