68th in Orbit

Jupiter, pull my debris in
I'll be your 68th in orbit, I'll be thundering

There's a place way out on the motorway
where the road becomes the Milky Way
and at 3AM it can feel a little like,
it's heaven-sent; A God-given display

But you know that isn't real, right?
We all are given to tricks of the mind,
But I won't add my weight to the weightlessness of what's already sublimed

Why is it all quite so disappointing to me?

There's an asteroid, three miles across
on a dead-set course for your house.
But she just brushes off disaster, likes it's nothing to her,
asks what on Earth I'm talking about?

I've seen your hands fold up,
like paper swans out in the rain,
Yeah, I've seen too much neatness just go to bits and it always looks the same.



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Writer(s): Leo Bargery
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