Boot up the engine in the Corsair Dreams in my head, still here , still there Charted a run through the drift and dust Can’t lift off till music chips rust Flick on the arrays, shields hum low Stars on the glass like painted chrome But the cabin feels like a locked-up vault Till that comms rack cracks like a thunderbolt Gimme that PulseNet All day, every day Keep that signal in my headset When I’m drifting out away Gimme that PulseNet All day, every day Let the waves wash through my cockpit So the dark don’t sound the same Trade lanes thin past Pyro’s rim Beacon lights fade, gets quiet, gets dim Cargo’s stacked, and the credits count But the silence cuts deeper than the blackout routes One tap, and the static turns to gold Voices and verses, a lifeline roll If the hull ever shakes, if the nav lights fail That sound in my ears keeps my hands on rail Gimme that PulseNet All day, every day Keep that signal in my headset When I’m drifting out away Gimme that PulseNet All day, every day Let the waves wash through my cockpit So the dark don’t sound the same If I lose my way between the suns If the charts go blank and the systems run I’ll just lock my eyes on the glowing screen Hit that channel, let the noise cut clean (hey) ‘Cause the black feels bright when the feed comes through Every lonely jump feels like a crew In the Corsair’s heart, in the hum of the bay That station stays singing, keeps the void at bay Gimme that PulseNet All day, every day Keep that signal in my headset When I’m drifting out away Gimme that PulseNet All day, every day Let the waves wash through my cockpit And the dark don’t sound the same
