Stormchaser

The moon is buried behind the storm clouds

It's just the cherry on top that I'm so worn out

Yearning for the chaotic, am I gonna be a problem?

I'm sure I'll come back around but then I flee like a comet

There won't be a tomorrow for any crews of Apollo

Chasing a storm, drained by the blues in my bottle

Couldn't bother to fall apart, it's not enough

Return my atoms to dust, when I rocket up and try to touch

The light beams when they conquer me

And dance around on the silver screen

The galaxies see me in this dream

And wrap their arms around me in peace