[Verse 1] Two figures cross the airless dark, Their suits keep time with every breath. A tether draws a silver arc, A small bright rule against the depth. [Chorus] Look close: the stars are not a map, Their light has travelled years to reach you. Measure what you cannot grasp; Ask what the instruments can teach you. [Verse 2] The helmet turns; the horizon bends, A planet curves beyond the glass. Each signal weakens as it travels, So check the source before it passes. [Bridge] Distance is a message with a delay. A shadow is a shape that blocks the ray. A pulse can mark the path you cannot see; The reading is a clue, not certainty. [Chorus] Look close: the stars are not a map, Their light has travelled years to reach you. Measure what you cannot grasp; Ask what the instruments can teach you. [Outro] Two figures turn toward home, Their breathing counted, calm and slow. The dark is vast; the facts are small— We learn by testing what we know.
