Soliloquy of an Astronaut by Tessera Skies

Music by Mark Broughton, Matt Hardy and Ben Helm.
Strings: Joel Grainger, Louisa Payne, Andrew Normington, Jack Sugden.
Lyrics by Mark Broughton.
Produced by Mark Broughton and Mick Ross.
Recorded by Mark Broughton and Thom Lewis.
Mixed by Mick Ross.
Mastered by Streaky.
℗ & © Tessera Skies 2012.

www.tesseraskies.com

Lyrics:

Take no more than eight words to panic
Wake slowly. You’re breathing. You’re breathing

Green and blue look very strange from out here
Look at me. I’m dying. I’m dying

Facts and figures fill my every pore until I’m no longer naked
Chemically of perfect humour, cost-effective, better balanced
Raze my cloak until I'm between alive and asphyxiating
Rickety and unaware of what behoves my name and race

So grab your things and put them in pockets

Oh you’re a perfect equilibrium of fierce chemicals
Barbarians in a holy war; a sudden death; a revolution
What became of music? What became of all I held so dear?
A small but vital cog in evolutionary metamorphosis

Take with you your good cheer and heartache