Voltaire - Firestorms of Venus

Sympathy comes in a kettle.
You pour the tea and gently smile.
And I, I’m so content here.
Calm, if for a while.
And I want to shatter the hourglass.
How else can I make this last?

Mission control sent me a message,
“Planet approaching, prepare to land.”
And I put on my helmet, slipped my gloves on,
and reached for the latch.
I opened the door
“What do you see? Awaiting report.”
I said, “It’s beautiful!”

There is a storm burning
under the surface of your smile
and this torturous yearning
is the only proof I am alive.
I’m alive.
I’m alive.

I’m out of control.
Everything’s aching.
I drop to my knees and begin to pray.
My skin is on fire. My heart is breaking
and all that I was is burning away
and all I want, is to shatter the hourglass.
To’ve met you, I’d do it again.

There is a storm burning
under the surface of your smile
and this torturous yearning
Ii the only proof I was alive.
I was alive.
I was alive.