Lyrics

Off the world on Christmas Eve,
I feel your heartbeat when I close my eyes.
Love, copy me.
The sun still shines.
Overheard and understood.
Astern a thousand tracers paint the world aglow.
The life we lived below.

Here we go.
Drifting through the darkness at the speed of light.
God, give me hope,
That someone out there sees the engines burning bright.
This is our final transmission.
Squelching out the static,
Keep the signal watertight.
When you’re swallowed by the night, I hope you know.
We saw the sun…

Heading set and holding course.
Bugging out and climbing through the atmosphere,
Dripping sand and glowing hot, a transcendental tour de force.
Don’t you know we’re all celestial bodies here.

Lights and panels ticking hot,
There’s no horizon left, just otherworldly sounds.
We made a promise to ourselves and to our children,
Not to cut the engines off, until our weary vessel runs aground.

Like pilgrims climbing waves.
Despite the things we gild them for.
A ship at home is safe.
But that’s not what we build them for.

Weatherworn but undeterred, through many dangers, toils, and snares.
In the clearing, fallen timbers frame an inn.
I recognize the sound of old familiar voices through the door.
Our dear departed ride again.
Weary travelers rest your souls.
I’m signing off for now; don’t hold the line.
We made it here. We’re safe. We’ll save a place for you.
Love, copy me. The sun still shines.