Ice was water, days were colder, when last I came to this place, and I have waited so long for a change, satellites have left the sun, Light was brighter, days were longer, when last I came to this place, and I have waited so long for a change, and silence follows every sense of travesty, satellites have left the sun, radio already gone, galaxies of quiet dust, calling me, and so I must, must go, must go, must go, and looking down I realized that nothing needs an answer now, now that I've already made up my mind.