Time - Murakami Moon lyrics

Never saw it coming cause love ain't blind If love is blind than the ego is crime I wrote this to a satellite My sputnik sweetheart she keeps me up at night I wrote her a poem it rhymed in static It went … She said … I love her voice I'm an addict It's too bad she's in the galaxy's attic We didn't grow apart we orbit apart I work all day and only see her at dark She looks like a star when the sun hits her right Me, I'm just on the ground, part of the pollution of light Nameless narrator won't you tell me your name? Unknown character why do you not desire fame? Is it because a picture can be judged once there's a frame on it? Is it because every author can think a bullet with your name on it? Even though it's a fictional derringer But what happens when a**a**ination becomes nonfiction for a character? I met a shaman at a swap meet he said a parasite had got me He said I caught it from curiosity and prescribed me some licorice tea He said I know what you want, you want to find the truth Well here it is it's on document 1 and 2 The only problem is that it's on a floppy disc And you'll never find a computer that can read that sh** What's an orbit but a prison? What's a prison but a factory? What's a factory but a job? What's a job but selling your body for money? What's money but exchanging paper for the times we got used? What's getting used but your thoughts getting consumed by the news? I don't care though, I'm going to hop on a satellite and come back to you Through the atmosphere I burn but with a thought my skin returns Call it magic with a K, my love for you won't go away My only problem is this, now I'm in space greeted by an abyss Surrounded by silence and stones, I thought you'd greet me for a kiss Unknown to me you came to earth we pa**ed each other, you tried to find me I would return to see you but the atmosphere burns, the spectacle would be Blinding Back stroking through crushed delusions The fragrance left on your foot is the smell of forgiveness from crushed Tulips If life is a nightmare then d**h is a dream and enlightenment is illusion We're already there we just feel asleep I thought you knew this Edna said I shall die that's all I'll do for d**h I'm not on his payroll, as Plath and Wolff wept I smell ether in the air, I see bathtubs full of morphine I stare in my quartz crystal ball and see coffee mixed with Benzedrine This isn't a new vision or a new religion it's a bad idea baptism It's flawless love, it's a new schism, it's a word virus in a bodhisattva Pigeon How many times have we put our hands thru ghosts? As we don't respond as they ask us if they can borrow a phone because they Think they overdosed? I'll call you from a faraway place Because we will burn up and become nothing after we embrace I don't care though, I got to see you, I can't give you your space I guess that's love, I guess that's reality, I guess that's grace We can turn to ashes into each other's arms Cause it's not love if it doesn't cause harm So we embrace only to find out that we haven't touched Cause these molecules are always between us No gravity my lungs fill, I sink into the darkness I mistook your hand for seaweed, the coral scrapes my carca** How ironic to confuse space with drowning How ironic to confuse being lost with a future of being founded When the oxygen depletes and we finally wake from our sleep The pineal gland blinks, it opens its eyes and weeps No longer fighting gravity my body rests in a dark place Can you feel my arms around you? I'm the void kissing your nebula face