Silent house by silent park
Cradled in a black-hole dark
Dreamers float a slumbered thought
Sweet reveries, each cut from nought
Left to right, the numbers rise
Static chatters on the lines
Each crackling word creeps round the clock
Drink and drag, and tick and tock
Spinning through the days
Nameless on the waves
Analogue and free
Earth, Moon, you and me