We go to funerals without hesitation
Got to pay our respects!
But to call or support by doing the odd chore
In the middle of the week
Before 'I'll Fly Away Oh Glory' or 'I Did It My Way' plays to cover grief
Is burdensome (Though we'd never admit it)
Promises to visit...
I'll wait for you inside the moon
Sprinkled with silver regolith
In bright highlands
Rhythm of celestial phases
We will make our own atmosphere
On the dark side
Away from astronomer prying eyes
The gravitational pull of attraction
Two hearts doth align
And adopt the same rhythm
In unison beating out strong in regular time
Filling unoccupied space with bold thunder
Shouting love's arrival
Lightning flashes reanimate degenerate natures
Atrophied by endless waits
For 'The One'