Airsuit - Windmill

Space is old

The stars have seams

The doors of spheres

I could not breathe

I hold your hand inside my head

The airsuit now he holds my head

Then you get scared

But I am fine

The stars and planets all align

Rise up in your arms

I track my fall

And borrow the crackle from your glow

Rise up in your arms

I track my fall

And borrow the crackle as we go

Space is old

The stars have holes

The doors of spheres

Lead out to cold

And I hold your hand inside my head

The airsuit now he holds my head

But then you get scared

But I am fine

The stars and planets all align

Rise up in your arms

I track my fall

And borrow the crackle from your glow

Rise up in your arms

I track my fall and borrow the crackle as we go