Black Hole, Son

Come and hitch a ride
Go on outside
This is an imaginary line
Burning up at night, fire-fight
Summoning the will to feel alright
Every night, every night

Holding out forever
Scan the room to see
Something there to save us
Eventually, eventually

Some days I still feel like myself
But today I woke up more like you
Willing it away, I close the space
Is it the more selfish thing to do?
Do the words get through?

Will this be the last one?
Can you speak the last line?

Holding out forever
Scan the room to see
Something there to save us
Eventually, eventually

Cross it off together
Some makeshift galaxy
Scrap your plans and trace it out with me

Will this be the last one?
Can you speak the last line?

Caught at the horizon
Still photons of light
Flash into focus
Then endless night

Oh, to be the last ones
Holding out forever
Scan the room to see
The axis stands without us
Endlessly
Hollow days that mark our place
And it all comes down
The last gasp of echoed sound
The last ones
The last ones
The last one