Artifical Stars (feat. Wanderingaria)

Not even the sky, is for getting lost anymore A line of satellites 40 points long Moving in (Formation) mapping out the surface To save us all from unreliable internet Even if we didn't ask for it But we used to get lost in it Lying on the roof of the barn Our own newness juxtaposed with the abyss of time Smoking cigarettes and kissing each-other Waiting for our life to begin We stared at the stars and we whispered our secrets Our own galaxies unspooled from within Meanwhile, further out, Betelgeuse will be burning out A perpetual star, visible night and day Before we forever loose our notch in Orion's Belt Meanwhile further out, Neowise has been seen about If you're lucky to have a clear sky You might see the tail of a comet by and by Now you hear all we confide While you watch where will we hide From the Artificial Stars The Artificial Stars