Come down to the speed of revelation
Hand me another cup of wine
You swallow the fruit of confirmation
Watch out or you're gonna choke
You're world has a lack of inspiration
So I'll leave you up in smoke
In the expanding universe, the space that seperates us from the farthest galaxies is growing at such speed, that the light of their stars can never reach us
To perceive amidst the darkness this light that tries to reach us but cannot, that is what it is to be contemporary
Come down
To the speed of
Revelation
Find me in the sky
Watch me fall until I fly
Find me in the sky
Watch me fall until I fly