Pick the telescope up, you’ll see infinity
Constellations lit up, impossibility
Don’t look down the other end

You’ll see miniature worlds and tiny galaxies
In the sub-atomic dreams of our deities
Now the magnifier’s in place
Open your eye in outer space

And with your spyglass in the universe
You’re zero gravity, oh
And blinking on the dust of nebulas
Stars fading, burning out

Planets you don’t even know the names of
Planets, you don’t even know their names

Put the telescope down, it makes your eye look wrong,
Can you hear the countdown? The pan-galactic song