Space is colder

than the air in the mountains

where I come from

The air in the mountains

where I come from

For years I drifted

Further and further

into the unknown

Further and further

into the unknown

(Holly McNarland)

And I wonder

where have you gone

And I wonder

what have you done?

What have you done?

Space is older

than the air moving in and out

of your lungs

The air moving in and out

of your lungs

For years I've drifted

the math of a divinity

that goes on and on

the math of a divinity

that goes on and on

(Holy McNarland)

And I wonder

where have you gone?

And I wonder

what have you done?

What have you done?