Art of Orbit

Sweetest moonbase 

It’s not a race 

To find where you dwell 

Daily embrace 

I find I know it

All too well 

Slowly erase 

Any remaining trace

Of my spell 

Pack my suitcase 

Where I am going

Only time will tell 

Leave no trace 

It’s only one more

Fare-thee-well 

If that’s the case 

Why won’t my doubt 

Be quelled 

Weightless in space

Starting to think 

That I’m unwell 

Alone in my ways

I see my moonbase 

Used to suit me pretty well 

Sweetest moonbase

Lonely is the one who 

Only knows to rebel 

Never meant to displace 

All of the love you gave 

That I seemed to repel 

Forgive the disgrace 

I became in the name 

Of being well 

It’s time that I face

The curse of my fate 

Under which I fell

Again

I fell

Again

I fell