Distant Solar Systems

Distant Solar Systems - Julien Baker

Written by：Julien Baker

Distant solar systems

And all the minor planets

Know nothing of our satellites and 747s

Fireworks that recreate

The birth of constellations

Dying songs that laugh

And shotgun powder imitations

When I am a sailor and the sky

A pitch black ocean

I'll look down at my bleeding heart

And wish I were a Vulcan

It's Byzantine structures

Churches and all

All of our treasure a violent gold

All of the empires crumble in stone

Great architecture build it in chrome

God and I we correspond

With intermittent letters

I send postcards from the road

And now and then he answers

Echoes northern city states

And all the mighty kingdoms

Head of sewing needles

On an unending horizon

I knew there was a scene before you

Ever thought to sing it

And call yourself a bastard

And I know you like an orphan

'Cause great men of science

And literature

Don't impress me or can offer

Because I am a chisel in your hand

Screaming at marble

From a microphone stand

Ah ah ah ah