🚀 Part of spaceport 2026 (World Space Week event) 🌐 Special website: https://spaceport.astarocket.com/ Detail: https://suno.com/song/d869d092-2391-46b9-8587-da92ebbb79a3 #spaceport [Intro] The pen is hanging in the air. I reach down anyway. [Verse 1] At six they stopped the spinning ring For maintenance along its rim. A drop of coffee left my cup And hung beside the kitchen sink. I bent to find the pen I’d dropped, My fingers searching near the floor. You caught it drifting by your sleeve And asked what I was kneeling for. [Pre-Chorus] Back home I kept a graph of years, A line that rose from left to right. I folded it between two shirts The evening of the flight. [Chorus] There is no up in space, No higher ground to find. I brought a ceiling in my bag, Pressed flat, and still I climb. If there’s nowhere left to rise, And nowhere left to fall, Why do I grip the handrail As if the floor were far below? [Verse 2] Beside the hatch, a photograph From our last evening on the ground. You stitched the tear along my sleeve While I kept checking the countdown. The console knows our course by heart, Each decimal of speed and time. I still remember every number. I can’t recall what made you smile. [Pre-Chorus 2] All systems green. The course is set. Our path runs blue across the screen. You ask me if I’m scared at all. I tell you what the numbers mean. [Chorus 2] There is no up in space, No higher ground to find. I brought a ceiling in my bag, Pressed flat, and still I climb. If there’s nowhere left to rise, And nowhere left to fall, Why do I grip the handrail As if the floor were far below? [Bridge] Your fingers slipped off the handrail. You drifted past the cabin light. I pushed off from the doorframe Before I thought of left or right. Our shoulders bumped. We spun around, The floor a wall, the wall a floor. Your fingers caught my mended cuff. You laughed. I laughed. We didn't ask what for. [Final Chorus] There is no up in space, No higher ground to find. I still look for the ceiling. Old habits take their time. If there’s nowhere left to rise, And nowhere left to fall, I let the handrail pass. I hear you laugh. That’s all. [Final Refrain] There is no up in space. [Outro] The graph stays folded in my bag. The pen floats past us once again. This time, I don’t look down.
