[Intro]
One, two
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
Distorted frequencies locate her mood
Impressive lingering of salt in the wound
The sweet dependency they stole from you
They answer back, with no respect
[Chorus]
We're just movement in the dark
Lonely fragments made of stars
Mild interruptions in an endless fog
Cosmic dust
[Verse 2]
Scuff your sneakers they look better when they're worn
Broken fingers never reach the chords
Jesus Christ Tim, what's the matter? What's wrong?
They're just songs, this should be fun
[Chorus]
We're just movements in the dark
Lonely fragments made of stars
Solar orphans in the maternity wards
Cosmic dust, pumping blood
[Outro]
September 6, 1970
Was Jimi's last show in Germany
Fifty years of refracting light
Lonely aliens might hear him in the night
They'd get stoned and he'd blow their minds