Teleportation stations ready
Converters combustors hold it steady
Wishing on a fiction in a mission benediction feeling like a cast off
3 2 1
Blastoff

Can't find myself
I'm waiting for it
Can't find my breath
I'll fade before it
I'm not wasted
I'm vacant
I'm not waking
I'm taken far away

Far far faraway
In a better day
In a better grade better made from a better clay
Nothing left to say about the way that we never made
Never stayed
Never prayed
Never ever claimed that we could've ever changed
That we should've ever blamed
That we would've ever named
The flames of the nameless
Pains us and paints us
Taints us and baits us
In wayward vacations
And vacant space stations
May Day May Day
Can you read my frequency?
May Day May Day
Can you tune in to my station?

Can't find myself
I'm waiting for it
Can't find my breath
I'll fade before it
I'm not wasted
I'm vacant
I'm not waking
I'm taken far away

Far far faraway in a better day