The world is slipping away,
                         My connections, they are greasy.
I’m feelin’ like a lost astronaut,
          A mischievous wanderer for great ecstasy.

They can’t see me, nor can I,
                   One day I’ll vanish suddenly.
The past would betray my presence,
            And the present march on lonely.

I discover a timid light, far, far away
            In the grand noir, you, who I witness
The desperate me tries to touch the light,
           But with time, I’m losing the race.