SAFFRONAUTS
Brewed a cup in a coffee can pot
Color gold but the world was not
Took a sip let the noise subside
Then reined my thoughts for the quiet ride
We're saffronauts babe flyin low
Floatin high where the wild roots grow
Stir that cup and drop what's heavy
This bunker heart's still bold and ready
Dirt on my boots and a tune in my throat
Strands of light in a mustard coat
Didn't beat the ache but we kept the climb
And bloom like rust in bunker time
We're saffronauts babe flyin low
Floatin high where the wild roots grow
Lemon and flame with a soul that steeps
Dreams stitched tight where the rush don't reach
Got no rocket got no plan
Just a battered mug and a busted fan
But when the dust feels like too much sky
We burn a trail and we rise up high
We're saffronauts babe bold and bright
Glowin through that bunker night
Salt in the sweat steel in our song
Still flyin steady when the grid is gone