Black vacuum holds the frame
Cold metal knows my name
Sill of a steel machine
Silver and electric sheen
Dead dials on the wall
Waiting for the signal call
Copper wires in a row
Watching the starlight glow
Gleaming on the solar pane
Washing out the cosmic stain
High above the frozen deep
Where the lonely sailors sleep
Fuel cells hum a low tone
Floating in the dark alone
Oxygen is running thin
Let the heavy orbit spin
Gleaming on the solar pane
Washing out the cosmic stain
High above the frozen deep
Where the lonely sailors sleep
Carbon skin and chrome plated
Logic gates are calibrated
One spark in a void of gray
Turning midnight into day
Glass panels catch the flare
Cold vacuum for the air
Symmetry of gold and blue
Searching for a distant clue
Sensor pings a steady beat
Making the circuit complete
Iron hull and heavy gear
Breaking through the wall of fear
Gleaming on the solar pane
Washing out the cosmic stain
High above the frozen deep
Where the lonely sailors sleep
Solar glass, solar glass.
Cold light, last light.
