And it came to me then,
That we were wonderful travelling companions

But in the end,
we were no more than lonely lumps of metal in there own orbit
From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars
When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to grasp path
That we could be together
Maybe even open our hearts to each other
But that was only in the briefest second
The next minuet we would be in complete solitude
In till we burnt up and became nothing