Cover di You'd Prefer an Astronaut

You'd Prefer an Astronaut
Album - 11 aprile 1995 - Debaser id 33423

di Hum

If we both stand with paths on high
Sink without the oceans, watch them dry
We can see far to the other side
It's you and I forever, we don't have to hide

If we ignore the signals that Mission Control will send
It's one big ship ride anyway, this hell will never end
We gaze out on what they left of the stars
All we see now we can take as ours

You two have got just moments left to give
Come back now and we will let you live
Stay inside our blue protective eye
We won't let them take you, we won't let you die

My baby spins propellants, the system's set to blow
She's at the Milky Way now, exploding into sound
And she's constructed flashpoints to cover up the sun
While I sleep under glass I know that she will wake me when she's done
Il tuo voto:
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

She's not at work, she's not at school, she's not in bed, I think I finally broke her.
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
Il tuo voto:
I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground
You'd prefer an astronaut
Someone to relate to and someone to command
And I would be a simple man

I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
And synchronize and shine
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies
It's still the same to me

It's a waste of a song
You're a waste of my lungs

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun
And I will be an astronaut
For I have come to surface to catch some light and feed
And I have everything I need

You're still the same to me
You're a waste of a song
Il tuo voto:
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