A graveyard of lightless planets, estranged from orbit, revolves forgotten moons Malfunctioned, that which broke the sea itself Serene silence like slow sinking unfelt Through the panes of soft, selective memories waiting long times for ghost ships Haunting vacant systems of frontiers past The navigators of old rotations, their hormones still echo Hologram, gray, braided but unclear Blade of grass, the constellations single tear ♪ Radar readings, psychic pulse Manifest in the form of ghosts The frozen form, winds rise The burning core, breathes deep The humid ground, sweats tides The estranged orbit, compromised ♪ The navigators of old rotations, their hormones still echo Hologram, gray, braided but unclear Blade of grass, the constellations single tear Being in a state, dream-like down