Send to Celeste (And the Cosmic Athletes)
When you recognize the throng, when you're righting a wrong
But the wrong has poor lighting
Grow your breakfast in the sink, doesn't matter what you think
The execution went nicely
Throw some nitrogen on evolution and all the nights light up
Send to Celeste, give it all of your best
You were heads above the rest from the start
Now the grappling days and steeds always toppling their seas
Gone to knees on the writhing
Further interests keep them chaste in their glasses they are cased
The observation is enticing
Go the paramount course crying we are the whores, the right side up
Send to Celeste, give it all of your best
You were heads above the rest from the start
A ruffled lake, a waffled sea, the golden eggs of prophecy
The process drives an appetite, the prophecies, are always right
The million eon, marathon, the ceremony makes you yawn
But up again, another fight, the love we held is always right
Send to Celeste, give it all of your best
You were heads above the rest from the start
