Verse 1 Closer to the fire than any world can stand, A ball of iron, forged by the Sun’s hand. Scars on the surface, shadows in the night, Frozen in the darkness, burning in the light. Chorus Mercury rising, racing ‘round the flame, Eighty-eight days to finish the game. Smallest of the wanderers, heavy at the core, A silent world of secrets, keeping ancient lore. Verse 2 Cliffs that whisper stories, as the planet shrinks inside, Mountains fold like pages, in a book of cosmic time. No air to hold the whispers, no clouds to block the sky, Just the Sun that blazes ruthless, and the stars that testify. Chorus Mercury rising, racing ‘round the flame, Eighty-eight days to finish the game. Smallest of the wanderers, heavy at the core, A silent world of secrets, keeping ancient lore. Bridge Three spins for two orbits, a cosmic dance so rare, A restless child of gravity, bound in solar glare. From Mariner to MESSENGER, they mapped your face of stone, Yet mysteries still linger in the silence you call home. Final Chorus Mercury rising, the first to greet the dawn, Guardian of the sunlight, ancient, small, and strong. You circle in the fire, with stories still untold, A planet born of iron, a wanderer grown old.
