Song meaning of So Much (Dark-Side Mix) by Peter Gabriel

Ah, "So Much (Dark-Side Mix)" by Peter Gabriel. This song is like a cryptic message wrapped up in a riddle, disguised as a philosophical journey through space and time. It's basically Peter Gabriel's way of saying, "Hey, life is a never-ending to-do list, and we're all just floating around in the cosmic abyss trying to figure out what the heck it's all about." The lyrics talk about unfinished business and desires that stick to you like those pesky stickers on your fruit. And apparently, we're all on a rocket-firing spree, but instead of blowing stuff up, we're setting the navigation for a warm and wet Earth. You know, for those cozy summer nights and whatnot. But here's the kicker, my friends: just when you think you've got it all figured out, longing drops away like a soggy pizza crust, and the compass gets reset. So much for shooting at the sun, huh? It's like Peter Gabriel is telling us to aim high, but then he's snickering from the sidelines as we realize that life is just a series of fleeting moments. Time slips in the mirror, and suddenly, we're old men who've been reborn as babies, complete with halos and horns. I don't even want to know what that's all about. But hey, at least we get to burn up like lightning bolts and search for a home that will give us a one-of-a-kind crash landing experience. Life, my friends, is like a game of intergalactic roulette. We stiffen, we ache, and our skin gets all wrinkly and blotchy, because apparently, aging is just one big game of hide-and-seek with our inner wild-eyed child. And just when you think you've got it all figured out, Peter Gabriel throws in a curveball: "All the warmth inside of you comes from those you love." So, basically, the meaning of life is just to love, be loved, and try not to get too attached to those stickers on your fruit. Oh, and did I mention that this edition is limited? That's right, folks. There's only so much you can do with your limited edition life, so you better make it count. Shoot at the sun, shoot for the moon, shoot for that slightly moldy slice of pizza left in the fridge. Just shoot for something, because in the end, there's only so much that can be done. Deep, I know. Don't worry, Peter Gabriel, we'll do our best with our limited edition lives. We may not understand it all, but we'll keep shooting for the sun and dancing with our halos and horns. Because, hey, that's just how we roll.