Move

I'm not quite ready to fall asleep
 I'm worried that
 I'll miss out on big news
 Something important like a
 Satellite has discovered
 A planet completely covered
 In pink fluorescent paint
 With old rover tracks on
 Out of touch
 Years older than us
 Candid land
 Expand to understand
 I sit up and look out
 And think of all the life that
 Has gone by or flush of
 Intelligence that harbours
 Deep inside a spire
 A pillar of creation
 Dormant as we rotate
 In circular motion
 Out of touch from
 Some kind of life form
 Too old to roam the Earth
 Too young for the universe
 Do you wanna know how
 All of the pieces fit here?
 If it happens more than
 Once in a universe
 If we're the only time it occurs
 Do you wanna know how
 All of the pieces fit here?
 If it happens more than
 Once in a universe
 If we're the only time it occurs
 Do you wanna know how?