[Intro] I filed a complaint Against coincidence. Somebody keeps arranging Stars into One familiar silhouette. Highly unprofessional. [Verse I] A signal cuts Through orbital static, Smooth as midnight glass. Every receiver calls it hope. I call it An equipment fault. Still... It keeps finding me. [Pre-Chorus] I archived every reason To ignore that frequency. Somehow The folders Keep opening themselves. [Chorus] Deadpan romance, No roses in my hands. Only one impossible signal Crossing silent lands. Deadpan romance, No promises to keep. Still your gravity Keeps pulling Through my sleep. [Dark Nova] This isn't admiration. It's prolonged Strategic observation. Please update Your assumptions. [Verse II] There's an architect somewhere Building futures Instead of monuments. Concrete before applause. An inefficient use Of remarkable shoulders. Most legends Collect statues. He collects Satisfied strangers. Disturbingly elegant. [Pre-Chorus II] Professional curiosity Requires A closer inspection. Repeatedly. Entirely academic. [Chorus] Deadpan romance, No speeches to rehearse. Every orbit circles back Like an elegant curse. Deadpan romance, Nothing left to prove. Some frequencies Were simply born Impossible to lose. [Verse III] People insist He carries impossible weight. An exaggeration. Then again... Entire cities Stand taller After he leaves. Statistically... Annoying. [Bridge] The loudest stars Usually burn out first. The quiet ones Rewrite maps. History mistakes Silence For absence. History Makes many mistakes. [Break] Suppose An invitation appeared. Purely hypothetical. I would refuse. Immediately. ... After checking The date, Location, Dress code, And weather forecast. [Dark Nova] I rehearsed indifference Seven hundred Twenty-four times. Oddly... It never survives The first Imaginary conversation. [Final Chorus] Deadpan romance, Written where nobody reads. Every sarcastic sentence Hides exactly What it means. Deadpan romance, No ending, No goodbye. Just one impossible orbit Passing Far too close by. [Outro] Should anyone ask... This composition concerns Orbital mechanics. Nothing more. ... If you hear Something else... Kindly Keep it To yourself.
