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I'm not quite ready to fall asleep I'm worried that I'll miss out on big news Something important like a Satellite has discovered A planet completely covered In pink fluorescent paint With old rover tracks on Out of touch Years older than us Candid land Expand to understand I sit up and look out And think of all the life that Has gone by or flush of Intelligence that harbours Deep inside a spire A pillar of creation Dormant as we rotate In circular motion Out of touch from Some kind of life form Too old to roam the Earth Too young for the universe Do you wanna know how All of the pieces fit here? If it happens more than Once in a universe If we're the only time it occurs Do you wanna know how All of the pieces fit here? If it happens more than Once in a universe If we're the only time it occurs Do you wanna know how?