Where Tigers Are Said To Roam
Color Theory
3:21I am a non-critical system Stuck on an overcritical rock Lacking the skills, knowledge or training To qualify as an astronaut But could I be a passenger? Stowaway or cargo? Baggage? In space no one can hear you cry I smile and mouth the word goodbye I’ll seek out a colony Whichever one will take me Take me to the stars An object in motion stays in motion An object at rest stays at rest Sound waves can't travel in a vacuum And nobody passes my empathy test But I don’t need an audience Loneliness beats ignorance any day In space no one can hear you cry A satellite to resupply I’ll survey the galaxy Hitchhiking from rover to rover Take me to the stars In space no one can hear you cry Self-conscious of their naked eyes If you join in my fantasy I promise to accept you.