THE BLUE PLANET SPINS

She watches the lights of the fishing boats
At night on the beach at the end of the world
She knows the ghosts that haunt this town
They step from the waves
When the moon's shining down

Her friends are all skeletons
Her heroes, all ghosts
She imagines the lights on a faraway coast
The sky swirls around her, electrically charged
Two points of light connect in the dark

She looks back in time when she closes her eyes
Dark stars are born outside of the light
Time barrels toward her
The blue planet spins
Time barrels toward her
An old wind blows in

Crows pick the wrack line for shiny things
At the edge of the light
The blue planet spins
Torn out from space
And hurled toward the shore
Piled at her feet at the end of the world

Momentum is building from forces unseen
One circle closes, another begins
The future collects at the edge of the light
She opens her window
To let in the night

She presses her forehead against the glass
Something's out there looking back
She opens her hand to pull it back in
At the edge of the light
The blue planet spins.