(Intro – ambient, spoken/whispered) No roads… no stars… just vibration… Everywhere at once… folded into nothing… (Verse 1) I drift through membranes thin as breath, Eleven dimensions hum beneath, Calabi-Yau shapes twist quietly, Geometry curled where you can’t see Strings vibrate in harmonic code, Every frequency births a road, Quarks align like notes in tune, I pass them by like Sunday noon Event horizons bend like glass, Time dilates as moments pass, Gravity wells don’t pull me in— I trace their edge… then slip within (Pre-Chorus) Spacetime bends but I remain, Unbound by mass, untouched by frame, Your constants break where I reside, I take the long way… every time (Chorus) I’m on a Sunday drive through infinity, Black holes bloom like lights in the city, Parallel worlds in the rearview glow, Where I begin… you’ll never know I shift through timelines effortlessly, Dark matter roads laid out for me, Billions of lives just pass me by… On my Sunday drive through the sky (Verse 2) Singularity calls my name, Zero point, no space, no frame, I cross the Planck-length threshold line, Where time dissolves and curves unwind Quantum foam beneath my feet, Virtual worlds in constant beat, Particles flicker, cease to be— A fleeting thought in entropy Wormholes open like hidden doors, Einstein bridges between the shores, I fold the map, ignore the miles, Collapse existence… just for a while (Pre-Chorus) Relativity fades to grey, When every path’s a different way, Your laws of motion don’t apply, I rewrite truth as I pass by (Chorus) I’m on a Sunday drive through infinity, Galaxies bend to symmetry, Multiverse lanes stretch endlessly, Each one a ghost of what could be I ride the edge of reality, Through cosmic strings and gravity, Every dimension waves goodbye… On my Sunday drive through the sky (Bridge – ethereal, slow build) Superposition… I’m everywhere… Collapsed and scattered… unaware… Wave and particle intertwined, Observer lost outside of time, Schrödinger dreams in endless states, Alive in all… sealed by no fate Entropy whispers, “all must fade,” But I exist where none decay, A constant in a broken scheme, A traveler inside the dream (Breakdown – minimal, haunting) No beginning… no end… Just curvature… just bend… I don’t arrive… I don’t depart… I only drift… through every part… (Final Chorus – expansive, emotional) I’m on a Sunday drive through infinity, Where nothing’s fixed and all is free, Black holes fade in quiet grace, As I redraw the shape of space Timelines blur in front of me, An endless cosmic tapestry, Every universe passing by… On my Sunday drive… (Outro – whispered fade) If you could see… what I have seen… You’d know… this life… is just a dream…
