Track Insight / Lyrics
I strap in, settle into my nest
A lighthouse in the endless rest
My watchful hands keep vigil through
The starry black, the weightless blue
These hands, designed for catching dreams
In slapped joy, on neon streets
Now tracing wires, lubricating gears
In this lonely outpost, where our hearts clear
Behind the glass, Earth spins in Floyd's prism
A blue-green jewel under cosmic mist
I breathe the air, feel gravity's grip
A fleeting taste of home before I dip
These hands, designed for catching dreams
In slapped joy, on neon streets
Now tracing wires, lubricating gears
In this lonely outpost, where our hearts clear
Astronauts of science, keepers of the flame
Pioneers of knowledge, in this orbiting game
Our stories layered like the space suit's skin
In each pressurized step, a test of will and kin
These hands, designed for catching dreams
In slapped joy, on neon streets
Now tracing wires, lubricating gears
In this lonely outpost, where our hearts clear
I close my eyes, and made-up memories unfold
Ballfields, first kisses, stories yet untold
In the stillness, timelessness wraps around
A bittersweet reminder of love left unbound
These hands, designed for catching dreams
In slapped joy, on neon streets
Now tracing wires, lubricating gears
In this lonely outpost, where our hearts clear
Whispers of the cosmos, in the hum and sigh
Echoes of a thousand lifetimes, drifting by
In the darkness, light abides
A beacon in the void, where shadows hide
Fretboard fireworks, a syncopated dance
Rhythmic staccato, a spaceman's chance
These hands, designed for catching dreams
In slapped joy, on neon streets
Now tracing wires, lubricating gears
In this lonely outpost, where our hearts clear
Soft leather creak in lunar night
Gloved fingers tracing circuits bright
Space station hum a steady beat
Lifeblood of the solar fleet, keeping vigil keen.
