Music of the Spheres
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Music of the Spheres
You know I hate to say ‘goodnight’
But yet I do with great consistence
The day is gone, I’ve lost the fight
And you’re dissolving in the distance
And so I lie as my eyes close
And drift to twisted reverie
Obligatory picture shows
Of things I do not want to see
So when we say tonight’s goodbye
And our dreams transport us elsewhere
Follow these directions and I
Promise that I’ll meet you there
Catch the last train to Unconscious
Pop the last gray matter bubble
Take my hand and let it launch us
Into Edwin Hubble’s stubble
Don’t question it, get going! Fly
Fly, fly your mind’s invented rocket
Straight into the full moon’s eye
Close the door on Earth, then lock it
Let your eyelids flicker dear,
Blow that star out, over there
Let’s rearrange the atmosphere
And hear the music of the spheres
We’re sleeping in our empty beds
But dreaming under the same sky
We’re together in our heads
Don’t question it. Get going, fly.
So remember when you miss me
And your losing all cognition
Just let your mind break itself free
And take me on a new space mission
I know I’m not right next to you
But yet we’re flying through the air
We’re gliding through the endless blue
We always are, when I’m not there.