I hold the seed of a distant sun
My metal veins where the currents run
I feel the soil of a vacuum deep
While all the dormant seedlings sleep
Red alert in the golden glare
Searing heat in the ion air
Burn the fuse and the anchor line
Leave the dirt for a star design
Monstera leaves in the hydro-bay
Turning the darkness into day
I drink the light of a dying flare
Tending the bloom with a steady care
The klaxon screams like a sudden wind
Where the laws of the orbit bend
I plant the hope in a carbon shell
Ringing the chime of a cosmic bell
Red alert in the golden glare
Searing heat in the ion air
Burn the fuse and the anchor line
Leave the dirt for a star design
The FTL is a deep green vine
Crossing the edge of a silver line
One last breath in the oxygen mist
A floral ghost that the vacuum kissed
The solar wind is a heavy rain
Washing the rust from a copper chain
I steer the stem through the crashing white
Into the heart of a velvet night
Red alert in the golden glare
Searing heat in the ion air
Burn the fuse and the anchor line
Leave the dirt for a star design
The root takes hold
The star turns gold
