Satellites wax and wane
Alternating the same
Dark projections of everything under our skies
And all that we are
Is something to keep
The shadows and sun apart from one another
Another
Another
Another

Outside, outside we'll all beware:
Nothing doesn't get old!

Some of our fluids will stain
The appearance of flesh
And the bones will get old, burned and buried alive
And nothing we do
Can keep us from sleep
The sun and the shadows will rapidly decay
Decay
Decay
Decay

Outside, outside we'll all beware:
Nothing doesn't get old!
These things gradually wear you down
Falling shadows folding out
We are a structureless design

Subtle breathing out and in
Blemished skin thick and thin