Distant Solar System
๐ต 951 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:59 duration
๐ ID: 2002769
๐ Lyrics
Distant solar systems and all the minor planets
Know nothing of our satellites and 747s
Fireworks that recreate the birth of constellations
Dying suns that laugh at shotgun powder imitations
When I am a sailor and the sky a pitch-black ocean
I'll look down at my bleeding heart and wish I were a Vulcan
It's Byzantine structures churches and all
All of our treasure of oil and gold
All of the empires crumble in stone
Great architecture gilded in chrome
God and I, we correspond with intermittent letters
I send postcards from the road, and now and then He answers
Echoes Northern city-states and all the mighty kingdoms
Head of sewing needles on an unending horizon
"I knew the words you'd sing before you ever thought to sing them
You call yourself a bastard, and I love you like an orphan"
'Cause great men of science and literature
Don't impress me, can I offer it?
'Cause I am a chisel in Your hand
Screaming at marble from a microphone stand
Know nothing of our satellites and 747s
Fireworks that recreate the birth of constellations
Dying suns that laugh at shotgun powder imitations
When I am a sailor and the sky a pitch-black ocean
I'll look down at my bleeding heart and wish I were a Vulcan
It's Byzantine structures churches and all
All of our treasure of oil and gold
All of the empires crumble in stone
Great architecture gilded in chrome
God and I, we correspond with intermittent letters
I send postcards from the road, and now and then He answers
Echoes Northern city-states and all the mighty kingdoms
Head of sewing needles on an unending horizon
"I knew the words you'd sing before you ever thought to sing them
You call yourself a bastard, and I love you like an orphan"
'Cause great men of science and literature
Don't impress me, can I offer it?
'Cause I am a chisel in Your hand
Screaming at marble from a microphone stand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.47] Distant solar systems and all the minor planets
[00:23.96] Know nothing of our satellites and 747s
[00:38.05] Fireworks that recreate the birth of constellations
[00:49.46] Dying suns that laugh at shotgun powder imitations
[01:02.22] When I am a sailor and the sky a pitch-black ocean
[01:13.96] I'll look down at my bleeding heart and wish I were a Vulcan
[01:38.18] It's Byzantine structures churches and all
[01:49.56] All of our treasure of oil and gold
[02:01.95] All of the empires crumble in stone
[02:14.14] Great architecture gilded in chrome
[02:28.54] God and I, we correspond with intermittent letters
[02:41.31] I send postcards from the road, and now and then He answers
[02:52.38] Echoes Northern city-states and all the mighty kingdoms
[03:04.44] Head of sewing needles on an unending horizon
[03:17.20] "I knew the words you'd sing before you ever thought to sing them
[03:28.84] You call yourself a bastard, and I love you like an orphan"
[03:52.99] 'Cause great men of science and literature
[04:03.92] Don't impress me, can I offer it?
[04:17.07] 'Cause I am a chisel in Your hand
[04:28.25] Screaming at marble from a microphone stand
[04:39.66]
[00:23.96] Know nothing of our satellites and 747s
[00:38.05] Fireworks that recreate the birth of constellations
[00:49.46] Dying suns that laugh at shotgun powder imitations
[01:02.22] When I am a sailor and the sky a pitch-black ocean
[01:13.96] I'll look down at my bleeding heart and wish I were a Vulcan
[01:38.18] It's Byzantine structures churches and all
[01:49.56] All of our treasure of oil and gold
[02:01.95] All of the empires crumble in stone
[02:14.14] Great architecture gilded in chrome
[02:28.54] God and I, we correspond with intermittent letters
[02:41.31] I send postcards from the road, and now and then He answers
[02:52.38] Echoes Northern city-states and all the mighty kingdoms
[03:04.44] Head of sewing needles on an unending horizon
[03:17.20] "I knew the words you'd sing before you ever thought to sing them
[03:28.84] You call yourself a bastard, and I love you like an orphan"
[03:52.99] 'Cause great men of science and literature
[04:03.92] Don't impress me, can I offer it?
[04:17.07] 'Cause I am a chisel in Your hand
[04:28.25] Screaming at marble from a microphone stand
[04:39.66]