Interstellar

Slow, bleak, tired 

My mind tends to wander 

Look up, up! 

Past the stars and yonder 

My mind tends to wander 

Through the dusty fields 

Past the broken views 

I see a father and daughter 

What is done is done 

The door was closed 

I shed one tear 

Then vanished like a ghost 

Through the fields 

Past the sky 

I reached out 

Felt like the last goodbye 

Beautiful, tragic, magic

It's something I've imagined

A vast expanse of black

We will never come back

It's a resource that we waste

A pillar of never-ending blame

It's our choice what we do with it

This precious gift of light

This figure that leads us through life

Hand in hand, until we see white

Time is what I speak of tonight.

-Finn Shonstrom