[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