| [00:33.44] |
Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down |
| [00:40.04] |
Burn these high rises back into a ghost town |
| [00:47.38] |
Of iridium-white clouds |
| [00:51.12] |
Matted close against the ground |
| [00:54.79] |
While the sky hangs empty as a frame |
| [01:03.01] |
See the reddening horizon line |
| [01:09.48] |
Feel the planet spilling on the space time |
| [01:16.68] |
On the way down Somerset I take pictures of cement |
| [01:24.39] |
For the history books on Mother Earth |
| [01:31.78] |
To the west now it begins |
| [01:35.42] |
In the sound waves in the wind |
| [01:38.80] |
There is an echo going by |
| [01:42.81] |
Of the mountains caving in |
| [01:46.25] |
And the parted roads and I |
| [01:49.97] |
Knew that one day we would die |
| [01:53.73] |
And become smooth and old again |
| [01:57.48] |
Like the ash that sweeps the sky |
| [02:02.26] |
Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down |
| [02:08.67] |
Burn these high rises back into a ghost town |
| [02:45.64] |
To the west now it begins |
| [02:49.07] |
In the sound waves in the wind |
| [02:52.57] |
There is an echo going by |
| [02:56.51] |
Of the mountains caving in |
| [03:01.04] |
There's holy water lying in the crater well |
| [03:07.68] |
Heavy metals high test gasoline |
| [03:15.12] |
Blessed singularity |
| [03:18.58] |
A telescoping memory |
| [03:22.52] |
Where the sky still flickers through the leaves |
