The sun is old, a lantern to the Earth
But now I’m told there’s a limit to its burn
As the sun grows cold it gets a little brisk
So it’s time to find a fix

My first instinct was to reignite the orb
With some sort of bomb that it might absorb
But the chances of it blowing us to bits
Seemed too much a risk to take

So what now, dear brain?

Well we could find another sun, and pull it very near
But it’s much too hot and would burn the rope, I fear
Maybe move off Earth, but all our stuff is here
And it’s too much stuff to take

So what now, dear brain?

We could drench the Moon in a ton of gasoline
Then we’ll strike a match, make the sun from scratch
Well it might get hot, but it also might not
And my breath begins to freeze

We could split the Earth with a surgical slice
Then divide the halves with a special device
We’ll scoop out the core like an avocado seed
And then float it up on a cosmic breeze

As the core ascends I can feel my toes again
Everything is fine, we were just in time
As my skin is warmed, I stare up at the core
And it glows like my heart in the sky