Familiar black hole is breathing on my neck.
Interstellar highway.
Night's still young and the thing called me hasn't get dusted off of its rouge yet.
Lucky stars terrifying up close I should close my eyes.
Fell asleep underneath a silver tree
Starry milk dripping down the branches
Only line in the journal - "a journey amongst stars"
Night's not eternal let's call Alex Turner we're booking "tbhc"