Splitsville - Arctic Sleep

Ascensions in the overcast

A listless gaze in the hazy mass, sweeping to a fade

Stare straight up past the runway

And I’ll see you at the bottom of the glass

Mainframes shattered, the graphs and patterns burn away

Will you be back again

Signals break up and dust trails bleed across the sky

Silencing the crowd

Systems shut down, a shower of charcoal shards and sparks

Settles to the ground

Thinking someday you’ll spiral back down to the Earth

And you sure don’t mind the cold

You’ll disappear as the days grow old, but I will wait

Till the oxygen is thin

And I can’t feel a thing