Easy to poke yourself square in the eye

Harder to like yourself, harder to try

These are espouses

Postcards and neoprene

Roses a dollar a stem

Everyone sleeping or pulling the long haul and

Keys/caves(?) in the cooler it's three a.m.

And saturn is beckoning no-one

It's offering up.

Late shift convenience store, burn out the lights

Telescope roof towards the north-western sky

You pulled the ladder and no-ones the wiser

You find your sights and discover

Saturn is orbiting nothing

He's off on its own,

He's breaking from home.

Harder to look yourself square in the eye

Easy to take off...

You found the ladder in the pattern of your wrist

You've seen and you've marked horizions

Mother was difficult, she made you cry

Cover the mirror, look to the sky

You climb into your rocket ship trying

Lift up and hold out your hands.

Saturn is orbiting nothing

He's off on its own

He's breaking from home

Saturn is orbiting nothing

He's off on its own

He's breaking from home

Saturn returns when you chased down, it slows

Throw them into a new gravity

Harder to look yourself square in the eye

Easy to poke yourself, easy as pie

Easy to take off, harder to fly

Harder to wake galileo.