If you took every hostile atmosphere
And pumped it full of air
Until the deadly gases disappear
Would a heart start beating?
Somewhere i know
It's starting now
And though
There's no way to really know
It's growing arms
And it's growing legs
And soon
It's starting thinking:
"clean starts or starting over
It just can't happen here
I'll never know what you want
All the space is already taken"
And all that's broken off
Comes back
To circle you
Get clean, start breathing again
Those broken-off things
Are sickening