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1. Sun

with golden string
our universe was clothed in light.
pulling at the seams,
our once barren world now brims with life,
that we may fall in love
every time we open up our eyes.
i guess space, and time,
takes violent things, angry things
and makes them kind.

“we are the dust of dust.”
“we are the apple of God’s eye.”
“we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.”

“infinity times infinity.”
“infinity times infinity times infinity.”
“Infinity times infinity times infinity times infinity.”
“let there be light, let there be light, let me be right…”

the dust of dust.
we are the apple of God’s eye.
we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.

“let there be light, let there be light, let me be right.”

with golden string
our universe was brought to life,
that we may fall in love
every time we open up our eyes.

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2. MERCURY

rows of houses,
sound asleep.
only street lights
notice me.

i am desperate,
if nothing else,
in a holding pattern
to find myself.

i talk in circles,
i talk in circles,
i watch for signals,
for a clue.

how to feel different.
how to feel new.
like science fiction
bending truth.

no one can unring this bell,
unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.
God knows, i am dissonance
waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.

i’ll go anywhere you want,
anywhere you want,
anywhere you want me.

i know the further i go,
the harder i try, only keeps my eyes closed.
and somehow i’ve fallen in love
with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.

yet i know, if i stepped aside,
released the controls, you would open my eyes.
that somehow, all of this mess
is just an attempt to know the worth of my life…

…made of precious metals,
precious metals,
precious metals inside.

i’ll go anywhere you want me.

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3. VENUS

the night sky once ruled my imagination.
now i turn the dials with careful calculation.
after a while, i thought i’d never find you.
i convinced myself that i would never find you,
when suddenly i saw you.

at first i thought you were a constellation.
i made a map of your stars, then i had a revelation:
you’re as beautiful as endless,
you’re the universe i’m helpless in.
an astronomer at my best
when i throw away the measurements.

like a telescope,
i will pull you so close
’til no space lies in between.

and suddenly i see you.
suddenly i see you.

i was a billion little pieces
’til you pulled me into focus.
astronomy in reverse,
it was me who was discovered.

(i thought i’d never find you,
when suddenly i saw you.)

like a telescope,
i will pull you so close,
’til no space lies in between.

then suddenly i see you.

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4. EARTH

i dig ’til my shovel tells a secret,
swear to the earth that i will keep it,
brush off the dirt
and let my change of heart occur.

sold soon after the appraisal,
the hammer struck the auction table
louder than anything i’ve ever heard.

fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.
but I put it out of my mind
long enough to call it courage
to live without a lifeline.
i bend the definition
of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
“’til the sirens sound, i’m safe.”

meanwhile, my family’s taking shelter.
the sparks send the fire down the wire,
a countdown begins,
until the dynamite gives in.

the echo, as wide as the equator,
travels through a world of built up anger-
too late to pull itself together now.

fault lines tremble underneath our glass house.
but i put it out of my mind
long enough to call it courage
to live without a lifeline.
i bend the definition
of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
“’til the sirens sound, i’m safe.”

there was an earthquake.
there was an avalanche of change.
we were so afraid,
we cried ourselves a hurricane.
there were floods,
tidal waves over us,
so we folded our hands and prayed.
like a domino,
these wildfires grow and grow
until a brand new world takes shape.

fault lines tremble underneath our glass house.
but i put it out of my mind
long enough to call it courage
to live without a lifeline.
i bend the definition
of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
“’til the sirens sound, i’m safe.”

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5. MOON

(instrumental)

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6. MARS

we laid our names to rest
along the dotted line.
we left our date of birth
and our history behind.

we were full of life,
we could barely hold it in.
we were amateurs at war,
strangers to suffering.

we made our families proud
but scared at the same time.
we promised we’d be safe,
another lie from the front lines.

our backs against the wall,
we’re surrounded and afraid.
our lives now in the hands
of the soldiers taking aim.

our questions ricochet
like broken satellites:
how our bodies, born to heal,
become so prone to die?

though time is ruthless,
it showed us kindness in the end,
by slowing down enough,
a second chance to make amends.
as life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim:

“lay your weapons down!
they’re calling off the war
on account of losing track
of what we’re fighting for.”

so we found our way back home,
let our cuts and bruises heal.
while a brand-new war began,
one that no one else could feel.

our nights have grown so long.
now we beg for sound advice.
“let the brokenness be felt
’til you reach the other side.
there is goodness in the heart
of every broken man
who comes right up to the edge
of losing everything he has.”

we were young enough to sign
along the dotted line.

now we’re young enough to try
to build a better life.
to build a better life.

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