It's the strangest life I've ever known
Six years and the star just died
Leaving a pitch black void
Like there wasn't anything there
...to begin with

I awake when you rest
Live when you sleep
I sleep when you awake
Into dreams I sink
They sort out my thoughts of the passing day
In such a weird sort of way

Look, mom, a parade
But why are they walking so slow?
Shouldn't they be happy?
Well, it's not the art, it's the artist
It's not space, it's the astronaut
It's not the voyage, it's the arrival
Or is it the other way around?!


Our thoughts are her arms
Hanging out of the bathtub
Of the universe surrounding...
Thoughts creating acts
Creating patterns
In the sequence of time