Intro

Space is almost empty—hush between the lights,

Dust on ancient highways, silence through the night.

Verse

At the equator we spin at about one thousand thirty-seven miles per hour,

about one thousand six hundred seventy kilometers per hour.

Higher latitudes slow down, but oh, we’re still a spin,

Like coins on a table dancing on their rim.

Pre‑Chorus

Layer after layer, motion on motion,

Stacking up speeds like waves on an ocean.

Ask, “Are we standing still?”—the answer’s in the sky:

Every frame we choose will tell another lie.

Chorus

We are flying — round the Sun we wheel,

about one hundred seven thousand kilometers per hour,

about sixty-six thousand five hundred miles per hour.

We are flying — around Microphone, pardon Milky Way we sway,

about eight hundred thousand kilometers per hour,

about five hundred thousand miles per hour.

No final rest to find; zero lives in the frame you call mine.

Verse 2

The Sun takes us circling where star‑rivers flow,

Through the Milky Way, we go.

Riding the spiral where the long arms yawn.

And neighbors drift closer—Andromeda’s slow kiss,

A hundred klicks a second in a tidal abyss.

Bridge

“Total speed?” Pick a frame.

In the cosmic microwave background it’s about one million three hundred thousand kilometers per hour,

about eight hundred thousand miles per hour.

Chorus (repeat, short)

We are flying — round the Sun we wheel,

about one hundred seven thousand kilometers per hour.

We are flying — around Milky Way we sway,

about eight hundred thousand kilometers per hour.

We are flying — no final rest to find;

Zero lives only in the frame you call “mine.”

Outro

Empty space and endless night,

Yet every heart’s a satellite.

Count the speeds, compare the views—

The universe moves, and so do you.