Julien Baker - Distant Solar Systems lyrics

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 ba*tard 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