Voyager I from That Shadow by Mount Sharp

I’ve been dreaming on a gold plate
Flung hard from our small hands
It’s past Kuiper now, we’ll never see it again
Maybe no one will
I’m not waiting on some message to return
From the start I knew I’d only yearn
And if they should find it, love, don’t let them call it fate
Fate’s just math when it turns out well
I found you in chaotic odds
I’ll take that over any of your meddling gods
You think you’re the sun - at best you’re dust in a light beam
At best we’re throwing rocks trying to stop a stream
Time wears us all down to sand
You never get much bigger than the distance between your head and your hands
From the pale blue
My brain waves, dreaming of you

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