From the string’s vibration can come some sort of resignation?
A detachment from the spaceship and the lunatic exasperation
I got the moon reflected on my eyes
I got the earth tattooed in my sight as well
Can you hear me sing?
Every love song ends at sunset
It’s when the ocean cries
It’s now when we sing our farewell
The first drops of reigning spring
We deserv to be upset
Let’s get rid of the helmets
And enjoy the end from afar
No emergency exits
This time, not even a radar
Just us crashing into the moon… We will be there soon.