I get up at four in the morning
And I 'm peering out my bedroom window
Outside the house where no one's living
There's a woman sitting looking up at the sky
She's taking pictures of the moon's eclipse
In her white bathrobe in a dreamlike glow
And she doesn't notice me watching her
Hiding placidly underneath the shiny stars
Here we are two perfect strangers
In our breathing space suits spinning 'round
On a giant rock floating in nothingness
To watch it cast its shadow into oblivion
If we weren't here to see it
There wouldn't be anything to behold
The divine miracle of all existence
This is why we're here
This is why we're here
