Event Horizon Blues

[Verse 1]
Your second-story window held a private constellation,
the one with the light that never died past three on Tuesdays.
Two bodies in a slow orbit around a kitchen table,
so much gravity in one small room off South Parkway.
The pressure bent the air, made the zinnias grow sideways.

[Chorus]
A two-star system with a borrowed name.
Just thankful for the heat that came.
Yeah, a perfect, violent, holy flame.

[Verse 2]
The moonflowers only opened when your car was in the drive.
Heard the screen door sigh, heard you whisper through the wires,
"The universe is big enough." A promise or a lie?
The static hum of the power lines was the only reply.
Now there's just one shadow where a binary used to thrive.

[Chorus]
A two-star system with a borrowed name.
Just thankful for the heat that came.
Yeah, a perfect, violent, holy flame.

[Bridge]
An empty parking space that leaves a dent in space and time.
A black hole dressed in drywall, right on the county line.
The light from that collision is still traveling, still bright.

[Outro]
Still thankful for the heat.
Still thankful for the light.