You’re already in space
Beneath the grass and a stone that bears your name
Trabants still in orbit
And Budapest is a city I can’t get the hang of. Up, down, átváltozás, turn around. Please don’t let me hit the ground. Oh, if you could fall for a city. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. Touching from a distance. Further all the time. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the electromagnetic radiation left over from the big bang. (It
was only a theory.) You’re already in Space
Listens:
open.spotify.com/track/1D1JVTUfH41hJerYNmdLR1
open.spotify.com/track/6fb9lvQ9Bk9WpyA66o16dS
open.spotify.com/track/0OkWcpIp79yy3CjPDj0ips