Lyric

This round old Earth, we call it home

Wrapped in air, where we freely roam

Waters run and the sky is wide

Still we barely scratch what’s deep inside

Round the equator, six-three-seven-eight

Nagoya to Tokyo—110 roundtrips, mate

But even then, it can’t compare—

To a Sun that burns beyond all care

The Sun is a god, can’t you see?

Burning bright for you and me

Even if it’s far above

It shines on us with endless love

So let’s be humble, grateful too

For every day it pulls us through

The Sun could swallow Earth like dust

Its mass alone—outrageous, just!

It owns the system, 99.9

While we still dig for what’s “divine.”

We don’t know our own planet’s core

But still we pray and still implore

From the Sun’s view, we’re small and thin

But still it lights the life within

The Sun is a god, don’t you know?

It makes the flowers bloom and grow

Even on a cloudy day

Its warmth is just a breath away

So let’s be kind, and laugh, and try

While spinning under that golden sky

And I say:

“Look, darling! The cosmos sings!”

But then she screams—

“Again with space?! I’m done with these things!”

The Sun still shines, she shuts the door

But I keep dreaming… evermore