C.H.S

[Verse 1] Metal walls hum a lullaby, the filters sigh and spin, I trace the window's frosty edge where Earthlight filters in. A coffee pouch floats past my face, a tether keeps me true, I log the pressure readings down, the same as yesterday knew. [Chorus] And we spin above the blue, a fragile silver thread, With a thousand miles of silence underneath our bed. We are stardust in a can, with a mission in our hands, And the world below still turns, while our orbit understands. [Verse 2] The alarm blinks red at three a.m., a valve is acting strange, I drift down through the cargo bay, a wrench within my range. My heartbeat is the only sound, the vacuum holds its breath, I fix the seal, I check the gauge, I cheat the silent death. [Chorus] And we spin above the blue, a fragile silver thread, With a thousand miles of silence underneath our bed. We are stardust in a can, with a mission in our hands, And the world below still turns, while our orbit understands. [Bridge] I press my palm against the glass, the continents slide by, A lightning storm in Africa, a glacier's frozen sigh. I hear your voice through static crack, a whisper from the ground, "Come home soon," you softly say, the sweetest, loneliest sound. [Chorus] And we spin above the blue, a fragile silver thread, With a thousand miles of silence underneath our bed. We are stardust in a can, with a mission in our hands, And the world below still turns, while our orbit understands. [Outro] The sunrise comes sixteen times a day, I count them all, then drift away. A speck of light, a patient gleam, Still tethered to a distant dream.