Cosmos

(Verse 1) I am the keeper of breath in this silver machine In the silence of stars where nothing is green They put me in wires and I float in the cold I pull life from the dark and I turn metal to gold (Verse 2) They dressed me in white and said I would save the world In a capsule of glass like a flag unfurled But there’s no crowd out here and the gears barely hum No faces to see and my hands feel numb (Chorus) I breathe what I make and I spin air from the dead With the cosmos outside pressing hard on my head A farmer of stars with no soil to claim Out here in the dark where we all burn the same I breathe what I make and I wrest life from the dead With the weight of the cosmos bearing down on my head A harvester of stars with no earth to my name Out here in the dark where we all burn the same (Verse 3) I dream of rain falling like needles from sky I remember the rivers and the green wild and high But here roots drift like ghosts in the dark Just faint scraps of green under lights so stark (Verse 4) I got a letter from Earth stamped in black ink They call me a hero and say I’m close to the brink But the stars don’t clap and they don’t bow or weep Only shadows grow long in this world half-asleep (Chorus) I breathe what I make and I spin air from the dead With the cosmos outside pressing hard on my head A farmer of stars with no soil to claim Out here in the dark where we all burn the same I breathe what I make and I wrest life from the dead With the weight of the cosmos bearing down on my head A harvester of stars with no earth to my name Out here in the dark where we all burn the same (Bridge) I drift past planets and orbits and dust Life clings to the darkness and holds onto rust I am part of their science and I play their scheme But my hands ache for soil like a ghost in a dream (Verse 5) I’ve seen the green lands where the roots dig deep Where the shadows move wild and the rivers seep Now I feed these machines and I’m their beating lung A factory of breath with no voice no tongue (Verse 6) I water these leaves like a prophet alone I am shepherd to green in a desert of stone In silence I wait for the sound for a sign As I breathe in the life I will leave behind (Chorus) I breathe what I make and I spin air from the dead With the cosmos outside pressing hard on my head A farmer of stars with no soil to claim Out here in the dark where we all burn the same I breathe what I make and I wrest life from the dead With the weight of the cosmos bearing down on my head A harvester of stars with no earth to my name Out here in the dark where we all burn the same (Outro) So here I float between darkness and sky Harvesting breath while the years drift by A phantom in metal and I look down below Planting seeds in the stars waiting to grow