I heard you’re on the way out, but I feel nice when you’re here. I never got to ask you if you ask yourself to answer to your fears. Initials on the first page — all I will say for myself. These bags are half empty for what returns with me. I mean, I’m pessimistic… Even in the city I still like counting the stars after dark. And though we’re in this city for now, will my permanent home be in your heart? Emptiness on the first page. There’s lots of space for my friends — our heads are full of stardust! — nothing will ever break us: the oldest shit in the world.
Track Name: Make Believer
We don’t know anything! I computed your love, left imagining. Data makes no fucking sense. You said certainly; you’ve done the math just to prove, but I believe in nothing.
Track Name: White Noise
The moon the glow seems remote below, we all emit radiation. You absorb the light and you phosphoresce just on the surface. I see you through sixty miles of clouds — you look like an error. And no information could ever please the observer. White noise: the only signal you sent back to me for twenty years. It’s shit hardware cost me the chance, geostationary romance… Never look away from me. I’m almost obsolete.