Comet’s Apology

[Verse 1] The ultraviolet marrow of the stratosphere Coughs up the rusted geometry of a comet’s apology. We orbit the porcelain velvet, Waiting in the airlock for the vacuum to sneeze glass feathers. Static drips from the constellation’s weeping chronologies. How terribly heavy the asteroids made of bruised arithmetic! [Pre-Chorus] I tasted the nebula's hollow ankle, Swallowing the syrup of a fractured pulsar dream While the gravity slowly unbuttoned its own shadow. [Chorus] Oh, tragic longitude! Oh, tragic longitude! Oh, calcified altitude! Oh, calcified altitude! We leave our footprints in the digital soup We leave our footprints in the digital soup [Verse 2] Satellites dissolve into the architecture of a crying moth. The velvet thrusters weep against the dark. Oh, tragic longitude! Oh, calcified altitude! We leave our footprints in the digital soup of a rusted tomorrow, Drifting through the geometry of an unwashed blink. The quasar has finally learned to iron its teeth. [Bridge] Yeah, the night keeps its ledger in blue scars And every little orbit comes back singing slow I hold that broken horizon in my throat Till it bends, till it bends, till it bends [Chorus] Oh, tragic longitude! Oh, tragic longitude! Oh, calcified altitude! Oh, calcified altitude! We leave our footprints in the digital soup We leave our footprints in the digital soup