Ice was water,
days were colder,
when last I came to this place,
and I have waited so long for a change,
satellites have left the sun,
Light was brighter,
days were longer,
when last I came to this place,
and I have waited so long for a change,
and silence follows every sense of travesty,
satellites have left the sun, radio already gone,
galaxies of quiet dust,
calling me,
and so I must,
must go,
must go,
must go,
and looking down I realized that nothing needs an answer now,
now that I've already made up my mind.
