Armed with my markers,
I'm an astronaut of love,
an engineer of illusions,
a poet of pain and peace.
Armed with my markers,
I'm even capable
Of drinking tea with comets and honey.
Armed with my markers,
I draw a scratch on paper
of the quadratic formula
against outer space.
Refrain:
I asked to be made of the dust
from the star streaking across the sky
in the rule of thirds here in this story.
I also solve the real world
with spaces for dreams that bring the comets
for those who wished for another tomorrow.
Armed with my markers,
I'm an astronaut of love,
an engineer of illusions,
a poet of pain and peace.
Armed with my markers,
I'm even capable
Of drinking tea with comets and honey.
Armed with my markers,
I draw a scratch on paper
of the quadratic formula
against outer space.
Refrain:
I asked to be made of the dust
from the star streaking across the sky
in the rule of thirds here in this story.
I also solve the real world
with spaces for dreams that bring the comets
for those who wished for another tomorrow.