Lyric Context Universe
i am in that chair
hurtling through space
five hundred hundred miles an hour
i am in that chair
hurtling through space
five hundred hundred miles an hour
for a ghost in a cheap rental suit
clinging to a rock that is hurtling through space?
and what's to regret
for a ghost in a cheap rental suit
clinging to a rock that is hurtling through space?
and what's to regret
no pull has got me
hurtling through space
all time is misplaced
no pull has got me
hurtling through space
all time is misplaced