The atmosphere The milky way A shooting star light years away Years away To grasp a fact To know exactly how it is We landed here We float, we find, we fear Galactic company But know if we're alone Our odds are slim we'll see an afterglow (Glow, glow) (Glow, glow, glow) A silhouette A clean eclipse A canopy, organic bliss (Bliss, bliss) To move along the surface of colossal masses from above We see, we soar, we shove Capturing the actual dimensions Isolating mid-suspension (Outro)