

(oooh,
yeah)
Floating through the atmosphere,
gravity is thin
Looking for the boundary where the stars begin
Left the heavy ground behind,
floating on a breeze Sailing through the nebula with cinematic ease
Are we just a spark
dancing in the dark Spinning on a rock
making our own mark (spinning,
spinning) Lost within the modern cosmic architecture
Staring at the satellite,
listening for a sound
Waiting for a transmission that was never bound
If we are just particles colliding in a jar
Why does it feel magical to wonder what we are (why indeed)
Time is folding in on itself
Everything we know is just a pixel on a shelf (ahhhh)
(yeah,
bounce, yeah)
Drifting out of signal range (drifting,
drifting)