Pocket watch rests on titanium deck
Second hand sweeps past a meteor speck
Hymnal chords rise from a cracked vinyl disk
Alto voice trembles a sacred risk
Watch hands move in perfect lockstep time
Ship clocks drift but this stays true and prime
Two voices braid in recycled air
Harmonics bloom from brass and prayer
Brass in vacuum keeps the measure straight
Tick tock heartbeats navigate the fate
Choir ghost sings through the hull's thin skin
Hope bursts sudden letting light begin
Brass in vacuum brass in vacuum
Twelve-string rings where thruster exhaust sings
Prophet pads swell like aurora wings
Bass line walks the corridor's long spine
Drums punch precise on the nine-one time
Watch hands move in perfect lockstep time
Ship clocks drift but this stays true and prime
Two voices braid in recycled air
Harmonics bloom from brass and prayer
Brass in vacuum keeps the measure straight
Tick tock heartbeats navigate the fate
Choir ghost sings through the hull's thin skin
Hope bursts sudden letting light begin
Brass in vacuum brass in vacuum
Morning prayer etched on the watch's rim
Latin verses for a seraphim
Voice one drops to chest resonance low
Voice two climbs where only comets go
Silence presses against the dome
But the watch ticks on calls it home
No organ pipes no stained glass light
Just pizzicato stars in night
Stubborn hope a chord unresolved
Altos rise the darkness solved
Brass in vacuum keeps the measure straight
Tick tock heartbeats navigate the fate
Choir ghost sings through the hull's thin skin
Hope bursts sudden letting light begin
Brass in vacuum brass in vacuum
Mission clock reads zero-three-four-five
Pocket watch says it's half-past alive
Two breaths sync in the artificial dawn
Hymn fragments fade but the brass lives on
Brass in vacuum keeps the measure straight
Tick tock heartbeats navigate the fate
Choir ghost sings through the hull's thin skin
Hope bursts sudden letting light begin
Brass in vacuum brass in vacuum
Brass in vacuum we keep time
Tick tock brass heart vacuum home
Altos fade where comets roam
