Chasing the Blue Under the Dome

We chase the stars like they owe us the truth. But down here

we're still stumbling in the booms. Oh, oh, oh,

oh. Under this dome, our echoes boom, ice walls guard the edge of

the room. The moon's a mile, a cheese balloon, and we're the

monkeys with the silver spoons. Zeppelins hum like forgotten dreams. Space bound hearts

unraveling seams. Do we have nothing, nothing more to

do than to question, question and chase the blue? Do we have

nothing, nothing left to prove? Running in circles, a cosmic groove.