Track Insight / Lyrics
He films the copper solar flare
A sudden static in the air
The cargo ships are heavy gold
The oldest stories now unfold
Drift through the Sirius Sector blue
Where every orbit feels brand new
Silver wings on a velvet sea
This is where the ghost ships flee
He tracks the trade in Sigma Nine
A jagged, electric, neon line
The cockpit glass is cold and clear
The distant beacons draw him near
Drift through the Sirius Sector blue
Where every orbit feels brand new
Silver wings on a velvet sea
This is where the ghost ships flee
He captures light on rusted steel
The humming of a spinning wheel
A thousand credits for a map
A sudden jump, a thunder clap
The cello bows a low refrain
A lonely pilot's quiet gain
No home to name, no ground to keep
Just frozen voids and stellar sleep
He snaps a shot of Dyson rings
Where heavy metal music swings
The fuel is low, the tank is dry
Across a violet, velvet sky
Drift through the Sirius Sector blue
Where every orbit feels brand new
Silver wings on a velvet sea
This is where the ghost ships flee
He sells the film to buy a gear
The distant stations disappear
The lens is smudge, the focus blurred
The call of vacuum is unheard
Drift through the Sirius Sector blue
Where every orbit feels brand new
Silver wings on a velvet sea
This is where the ghost ships flee
One click, one frame. Sirius Sector.
One click, one frame.
