There she goes again...Damn! that Gorgeous White Streaker
The hottest Ship in the Galaxy
Her spikes are so perfect, her Plume is so linear
Sharp and radiant, What a Signature!
Traces my phosphors to blinding levels
She carries the load to the angels an devils
When she flashes bright upon my cold visor
It quite overloads my old scratched visualizer
I push all my gear to catch her mid-heaven
I frame and import her, Peek again at eleven
Cant stop myself, I blow a kiss to the screen
Even if she's not human, she's my Heroine
I crank up my amp, Launch my Tachaeon sign
And hope that some day we might superhetrodyne
She's transiting North Node, Conjunction Radix Jupiter
Hauling moonbeams for mining the Human Sector
The Hottest ship in the Galaxy, so fast she wont wait
For a wave or a giggle or a giggle or a chat at my gate
Here in this capsule drifting lonely in space, talking with my fingers
Having words with my face. The sun never rises, but there's moons everywhere, we freeze them and pack them and sell them out there!
In years made of light beams and fears, we feast on our footprints and swallow our tears. No trees, no grass in this sterile silent place, The last suit, the best shoes, funeral smile sewn on my face! all the lights may be out but I'm still in here, my soul in it's beaker, My three thousandth year. Now I travel the stars, The Wandering Seeker, everlastingly watching! There she goes again! Damn! That Gorgeous White Streaker!