Observing billions of inconsequential specs of dreaming life.
Major Tom, set the controls for annihilation
Propel me out of here on the count of zero
Let my body disintegrate at once
As you shoot me up into the void of space
Never to be reached again…
Just the trail of a stardust rainbow across the sky
Light years away, I’ll be looking down from the heavens
Observing billions of inconsequential specs of dreaming life
Roaming around like it all revolves around them
Yet meaning so little in the grand scheme of the universe
What will become of them
When the sun dies out?
Where will they run to
When the universe shrinks back again?