In a New Eden

In a New Eden by Jita FM In the shadow of the gate, the star looks tired, shuts down early It can’t burn for me, it can’t burn for me Now the black comes in, and the vacuum lays its hands on me But how cold it is… but how cold it is One ping would be enough In a quiet fleet channel Then maybe I would follow you What is life without a wing? Just a hull that drifts with no more heat And the wind rises — a cold, cold wind It knocks my hopes down like scrap in the deep But what is this life if you’re not in local? I feel like a pod with no warp, that won’t chase the lights anymore Won’t chase…