Truth, always contested and circumstantial, So crude, abrasive, and hard to swallow, You looked back, and I loved you, I loved you for that You turned to salt, I came unstuck. I wanna see the void, I wanna sing with birds, I want to harmonize and stabilize, I want to feel self-assured, You say I'm apprenticed to fate, but I'm not so sure, If there's a harmony that I can't see, Would you make its presence known, Would you let me know? I want to go to space.