[Intro]
Quiet kitchen, a ship in orbit of a kettle.
Stars blink in the timer, engines hum in chrome.
[Verse 1]
Retired from the stars, I trade my suit for an apron.
Gravity's memory clings to the fridge magnets.
A nebula timer ticks down as I stir the dawn.
From zero-G whispers to a mission: bake a cake to life.
[Pre-Chorus]
If time is a comet, I sprint through the kitchen lanes.
Starlight spices orbit my basket, guiding my hands.
[Chorus]
Star-dusted frosting, here I come!
I race the countdown with a whisk in flight.
Exotic ingredients spark on the stove like suns.
Taste of infinity in every bite.
[Verse 2]
I chart a course to markets hidden in lunar shadows.
Racing through alleys, I barter for starfruit and vanilla comets.
A solar blender roars as dawn blends into glaze.
Time tightens its orbit, but my oven timer holds firm.
[Pre-Chorus]
The cake is a planet and I am its lone astronaut.
I measure hope by cups, season with stardust.
[Chorus]
Star-dusted frosting, here I come!
A ribbon of comets arcs across the glaze.
I launch the timer, I ride the spiral flame.
Cosmic cake shines brighter than a supernova dawn.
[Bridge]
The galley quiets; I taste the final orbit.
The oven seals the universe in a golden slice.
[Outro]
From launchpad to table, the dream is whole.
