Out of the ruins
Blood grown heavy from his past
Wings stripped by thunder
And his storm keeps coming back

Singing bird in sickness
Carried a rusty old song
When they fell out of the emptiness
Must have brought along

Space's loneliness
Space's loneliness

He's gotten so good at hiding it
Even he cannot admit it
That glittering flash in his eyes
Makes you think he might be alright

The blue moon is a hunter
And when you come face to face
With that darkness and desolation
Endless, endless, endless
Endless, endless, endless
Endless, endless depression

You are not helpless
You are not helpless
Try to beat it
Try to beat it
And live through unchanging darkness
And live through space's loneliness
You are not helpless
You are not helpless

Try to beat it
Try to beat it
Try to beat it
Try to beat it