Lowcast

You decided you’re the sun
Every planet another wrong
Every flare the fault of someone else’s moon
You’d rather burn ‘em down than let ‘em in
Let that vacuum fill you up again
You got one bullet, too many threats to use it

Tornado chasing got you this far, quiet then alive
Passing family men and women on the highway
Thunder, sirens, crackling flat air, and the fire in your eyes
In your living room when I was letting you go

You decided you’re the sun
Every planet's another wrong
Every flare the fault of someone else’s moon
You’d rather burn ‘em down than let ‘em in
Or let that vacuum fill you up again
You got one bullet, too many threats to use it

Radio tower’s four lanes down, and the static’s running wild
Rushing towards that funnel cloud, and you’re out in the open
A freight train howl and a pressure drop
I know you’re dying to survive
You gave ‘em every last break, but they’re giving you up

I’m a rocketship babe
I’m so scared of being nothin'
Swimmin' in a wildfire, lately on a hardline for a tent atop that Jupiter moon

Crying perfect pitch, printing metal for the long trip home
Extruded line by line, oh the wonders of wartime!