Redshift کے بول

It's growing In our hands, we hold it It's getting In my head, the mass of it It's shifting Red in my periphery I fear the space between my breaths I fear the space between my breaths Shouting from a vacuum I'm not coming back anytime soon Shouting from a vacuum I'm not coming back anytime soon We keep shifting redder We keep shifting redder It's growing (a parting gift) In our hands, we hold it (dearly) It's getting (too heavy now) In my head, the mass of it (weighs on me) It's shifting (it's turning) Red in my periphery I fear the space between my breaths I fear the space between my breaths Shouting from a vacuum I'm not coming back anytime soon Shouting from a vacuum I'm not coming back anytime soon We keep shifting redder We keep shifting redder