Space miner, would you mine her the finer things you dithered and got mired over?
Seeping to the bottom of my lamely tumbling vessel
(Perforated shell)
I never thought dying would be this clumsy
(Mumbling debris)
Held like a hostage by the Newtons pulling down on my body
But at least I got to feel found
Hey
Tell me the truth
Are you out?
Hey
Tell me the truth
Are you out?
Hey
Tell me the truth
Are you out?
Hey
Tell me the truth
Are you out?
Hey
Tell me the truth
Are you out?
Hey
Tell me the truth
Are you out?
(Hey
Tell me the truth
Are you out?)