the astral map that's overheadnwatch it while it is unfoldingnnthe fabric of the universenout of which this earth is wovennthe moon is a mirror alikenshe returns my lovingnnwheels are turning before my eyesnreels of film are running bynI can see miles passingnnthe astral map that's overheadnwatch it while it is unfoldingnnmaybe it won't be that farnit won't be long before we're gettingnto enjoy this settingnnwe're getting closer to where we're headingnwe've been chosennto enjoy this settingnnthat astral map that's overheadnwatch it while it is unfoldingnnwheels are turning before my eyesnreels of film are running bynI can see miles passingnninto fata morgana's I meltnonto the buckle of orion's belt