Song Topic: Disappearing Airlines
Teaspoons in the ocean, dust among the clouds. No cure or magic potion; just a restless, hungry crowd.
Hanging in the balance, spinning out of orbit, Tiny Earthlings reaching for the sun, in hopes they will absorb it.
The space between us and them, outcasts from an unknown nation. So hard to understand the gravity of the situation.
If the universe is pie, then we are surely slices. Live until you die unto your soul's devices.
If the universe is pie, then we are surely slices. Live until you die