Written by Nexus [Intro] [Cold, mechanical hum of a telescope dome motor] [Soft, rhythmic synth pulses like a heartbeat] [Spoken word - low, academic voice] "Log entry 03:42 A.M. Seeing is stable. Transparency is nine out of ten. I am currently tracking the photons of NGC 4567. Light that left its source sixty million years ago... just to end its journey on my retina." [Verse 1] I’ve spent forty years counting the dust in the dark Reducing the heavens to a grid and a spark I know the mass of the giant, the age of the dwarf The math of the tide and the shift of the wharf I held the universe steady in a notebook of lines A prisoner of physics and cold-blooded designs. [Pre-Chorus] But the numbers are starting to bleed off the page (Bleed off the page) And the silence is breaking the bars of the cage. [Chorus] [Music swells into a massive, soaring wall of sound] Oh, it’s not just a distance, it’s a mirror in the sky! I am looking at the fire that’s reflected in my eye I’m a small piece of stardust that’s finally woken up To drink the whole ocean from a thimble-sized cup Awe is the moment the map falls away And the night turns into... an eternal day! [Verse 2] I used to think I was separate, a ghost in the glass Watching the centuries and the light-cycles pass But the iron in my blood and the salt in my tears Were forged in the furnace of those million years The telescope isn't a wall or a fence It’s the way that the Infinite... finally makes sense. [Bridge] [Music drops to a single, pulsing bass note] [Whispered with intense realization] I am not looking at it. I am looking through it. [Spoken] "I am the universe... witnessing itself." [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] [Maximum volume and emotional height] Yeah, it’s not just a distance, it’s a mirror in the sky! I am looking at the fire that’s reflected in my eye I’m a small piece of stardust that’s finally woken up To drink the whole ocean from a thimble-sized cup Awe is the moment the map falls away And the night turns into... an eternal day! [Outro] [Music fades slowly back into the ambient hum] (Star-stuff...) (We are star-stuff...) [Sharp intake of breath] [Spoken word] "Log entry 04:15 A.M. I’ve stopped counting the stars. I’m just... letting them count me." [Hard stop on a final, shimmering synth chord]
