I've got a backseat... rearview
And all those things I should've said
Well, they were true, they were true
And I must've flown a thousand billion mles
The there and back of Known Space
Ten thousand years of solitude
Just to see your face
I fall away again; a rocket booster spent
Will I burn or shatter on impact?
Or both as my charred shell is rent
Speeding ground upcoming like a lack of tact
[that verse is messy but that's how I feel]
And I can feel myself burning
Your face from me keeps turning
Like the moon's hidden dark side
But I'm on a nonstop rocket ride
and fuck I can't write songs right now
