Cpt. Blackhole (Space Pirate)

Interspersed, inter-space, intersex and inter-race So very far from home, seven solar systems or so I saw your face in empty space, I swear You were looking at the void I know not of my love with auburn hair Or how am I to know when or if it is even there? She may be many moons away and still I may not see her free They say Saturn's sirens can sing through the quiet But I'm stuck beside the figurehead, my captors claiming my breath Through violent waters we wept, trying not to forget!