on the observation deck with the curtains drawn / i want the black expanse to swallow me whole / lulled to sleep by the engine's roar i don't wanna see the stars anymore / planetary hands and a lunar heart / the gravity between tearing me apart / i only wish to trade all the stars for trees and the endless black space for all the skies and seas / who are you? / i don't know / does the wind blow hard? / the air stands still / who are you? / who's asking? / does the wind blow hard? / as hard as the wind can blow / we are sleigher and we're here to say / we feel a little sad in a major way / feeling rather trapped on a trip through space / i'm really fucking tired of all of the space / lots of space / fuck the space / no more space / fuck the state / lots of space / fuck the space / who are you? / i don't know / does the wind blow hard? / the air stands still / who are you? / who's asking? / does the wind blow hard? / as hard as the wind can blow