[Verse 1]
Atlas the skybinder
Palms ink-stained with star maps
Laughing in the cockpit
Spilling snacks in zero-g
Kaylee the moonbinder
Hoodie
Chipped black waves on her nails
She taps the glass
Says
"Pick a orbit
Any orbit
Let’s get lost"
[Chorus]
This is our space jam
Pixel dust on our hands
Rewind the cosmos
Til the colors all bend and dance
Atlas
Kaylee
Drifting off the grid again
8-bit halos
In our skybinder odyssey
[Verse 2]
Old cassette on loop
Hums in blue and tangerine
She draws moons on the window
Fog ghosts that fade then come back
He reroutes a comet
Just to spell her name in slow glow
She rolls her eyes
But
Saves a photo in her hidden folder
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Seats leaned back
Dashboard shining like a mall at closing time
"Are we late?"
"To what?" he smiles
"we left the clocks behind"
Two paper cups
Floating between constellations
She says
"Swear we’ll stay off autopilot"
He says
"Cross my satellites"
[Chorus]