Singing from the Farside

Verse 1 No crowd. No cameras. No footprints in the dust. Just a silver machine and three beating hearts crossing into the hush. Earth disappeared behind a wall of stone, a blue memory fading from the glass. Every voice they'd ever known was trapped on the other side of black. Then A sound. Thin as a razor. Cold as a wire. A whistle rising through the static, climbing higher and higher. Pre-Chorus "Do you hear that?" "Yeah..." "What is it?" Nobody knew. Chorus And the far side started singing, where the stars don't blink an eye. A lonely little melody floating through the darkened sky. No angels. No aliens. No answers carved in moonlit stone. Just weird music in the silence, while the universe left them alone. Verse 2 The craters rolled beneath them like oceans turned to bone. A billion years of emptiness and nobody home. The signal kept on dancing through the helmets and the wires, like a phantom in the circuitry playing with the fire. And for a moment they were farther than fear, farther than history, farther than home. Three human beings hearing something impossible where nobody should hear a tone. Chorus And the far side started singing, where the stars don't blink an eye. A lonely little melody floating through the darkened sky. No angels. No aliens. No kingdom waiting to be shown. Just weird music in the silence, while the universe left them alone. Bridge Maybe it was static. Maybe crossed-up radio waves. Maybe the ghosts of mathematics echoing through an astronaut's brain. But tell me If you've ever stared into darkness so deep it swallows your name, Wouldn't any strange little song sound like magic just the same? Final Chorus The far side kept on singing, long after the signal died. Long after the mission ended, long after the headlines lied. Because mystery isn't monsters. It isn't voices from above. It's hearing one impossible note and falling back in love with the unknown. With the distance. With the night. With three humans chasing wonder through the dark side of the light.