You fold your wings on cold titanium deck
Exhaust ports breathe out a quiet wreck
Stars press close against the thick quartz glass
Your dust catches light as cycles pass
No grill to wipe no eggs to fry
Just silence humming through the sky
You rest where magnetic grapplers sleep
Counting hours in the vacuum deep
Pale wings trembling in artificial light
You've flown the dark for a thousand nights
Hangar bay holds its steel breath still
You drink the cold against your will
Coolant pipes sweat like summer beer
You taste ozone on your powdered gear
Mechs stand frozen in repair stance
You dream of atmosphere and chance
No grill to wipe no eggs to fry
Just silence humming through the sky
You rest where magnetic grapplers sleep
Counting hours in the vacuum deep
Pale wings trembling in artificial light
You've flown the dark for a thousand nights
Hangar bay holds its steel breath still
You drink the cold against your will
Shift lead calls through the comms relay
Another haul comes in at break of day
You'll ride the cargo through the jump gate scream
Wake up again in a synthetic dream
Pale wings trembling in artificial light
You've flown the dark for a thousand nights
Hangar bay holds its steel breath still
You drink the cold against your will
Leslie spins warm through the B3 tone
Brass section sighs like you're not alone
Hollowbody chugs a dusty beat
Your antennae tap against the seat
Pale wings trembling in artificial light
You've flown the dark for a thousand nights
Hangar bay holds its steel breath still
You drink the cold against your will
Morning cycle paints the bay in gold
Your wings unfold to stories untold
You launch toward the mining ring's red eye
Another cook beneath the same black sky
Pale wings trembling in artificial light
You own the dark for a thousand nights
Hangar bay holds its steel breath still
You drank the cold against your will
Coffee's cold but the shift is done
Pale wings catch the rising sun
