I can only assume the stars are growing shy
Every night I’ve been out walking, and they seem to only get dimmer with time
I need to remind them they’re the only thing worth losing sleep by
In the heart of all our twisted galaxies, lay the cosmos’ eyes.
And if you were to hold me tight enough
To compress my density
We could melt together
Into a point of singularity
We are not the center of the universe that we know
But in the moment between your in and exhale, you could have had me fooled.
And if I travelled away from the planet of ours until it was just a dot of pale blue
I’d trace the path of the stars until there was a constellation of a map back to you
And if you were to hold me tight enough
To compress my density
We could melt together
Into a point of singularity
Are you afraid of what we do not know about the stars
Or do your insecurities lay within what we are?
We can only see what fate will let us if the clouds manage to part
So when we’re held up to our universe, we can see we’re no more significant than our wars
But if you hold me tight enough
To compress my density
We could melt together
Into a point of singularity
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