1875

I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being alone. If I could travel faster than light would I still be alone? I'm tired of passing the days. I'm tired of passing the days. If I mastered the sun and the sky would I find what I want?
I'm looking for answers now in the science of time and space. Will I find somebody to love me-will I find a home? I'm burning the atmosphere. I'm blinking the world away. This rocket I built with my hands starts to melt and shake, and it's hot when it's so real.
Captain, what did you see? A channel? Celebrity? If you conquered the wind and the waves would you find what you want? Now it's hot on these white cliffs, and it's 1875