A retinue of moons, of icy moons They illuminate the land And they make me think of you What sunk silently To the depths of a mystery? A clue that only one scientist knew? Who knew that the sky is now found to contain benzene and methane and chalk And bloody mud, muddy blood from the sky From the sickly-sweet wings of Edith's checkerspot bu*terfly? They die in the ocean Their legs are broken The rain slows their flight as it soaks their wings A microphone will listen for thunder A telephone will dial a number To deliver a, a clearer picture Of weird, wet weather This puts all previous discoveries in doubt These are the things we have theories about Overhead, two sky titans They collide in slow motion While over the Ice Tongue, fluid flows A 1,000-foot thick chunk of sediment is exposed Your own special home A choking, vapor-laced haze Obscured by acid rain Enveloping everything At the edge of the Milky Way