Astronaut

The Dead Deads

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All the stars I love are dead
I like that, it doesn’t really mess with my head
But in a dream you came to me
You were riding on the light years
In death you claim an enemy
The twisted, blistered world

How can I fault
A pale blue dot?
I’m just my thoughts
And you’re no astronaut

Gravity’s a kiss in shock
I like that, but it can pin you to a faulty rock
Somewhere beyond the perfect sky
I was riding on the lightyears
Searching for a star that died
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you!

How can I fault
A pale blue dot?
I’m just my thoughts
And you’re no astronaut

I can see you fall
I can see you riding on the light years

How can I fault
A pale blue dot?
I’m just my thoughts
And you’re no astronaut