I am a colonist, the first man on the moon. I am here alone. I've been here for years but I don't know how I came. I just woke here one day. But I intend to stay. Alone, I can hear my thoughts so loud. I pulled up the American flag, and made myself a tent. I am quite content.
And I don't need to breathe,
I don't need to see anything below.
I sit here on the edge of the moon and drink my beer and wine. I've left you behind. So I sit here and throw my bottles down, watch them crash on the Earth, small dark far below. My memories, they fade. It's warm here in the shade.
Alone.
I am a colonist, but I am here alone. I'm not made of steel. I see the fires below so when you're forced out of your home, come here, stay with me.
We won't need to breathe,
We won't need to see anything below.