A-Ha. Analogue. White Dwarf. Zeneszám

There's a big, black picture and it's hanging on the wall
With stars and all the planets, the milky way and all
And in the left hand corner, perhaps a small white dwarf
Ready to explode, implode I really can't recall

But it's out there, and I'm down here
And so far from it all

Everything's expanding in a constant state of change
Everything's demanding in a constant state of pain
You radiate away, your last remaining heat
Your atmosphere has blown away when you admit defeat

But it's out there
(Don't know where we are)
And I'm down here
(Don't know why we are)
And so far from it all

Your time, your grace, your story in place, your life-span erased

There's a big, black picture and it's hanging off your wall
The stars and all the planets, the milky way and all
And in the left hand corner, perhaps a small white dwarf
Ready to explode, implode I really can't recall

But it's out there
(Don't know where we are)
And I'm down here
(Don't know why we are)
And so far from it all

But it's out here
(Don't know where we are)
Down there
(Don't know why we are)
I'm so far from it all