One more astronaut, in black skin of universe
One more travellin' man with ever tired eyes
Feeling cold; feeling cold
Thinking around the clock of drinking on the job
Of powdered food and piss bags; never having sex
and growing old; growing old
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Headpsace, alive and painless
Weightless and almost sane, I
Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Headspace, alone and shameless
Can't wait find the faces, I
Left behind in a troubled time
Back home
It gets so lonely you know Weeks and months alone
Chasing sleep and space junk and the dying stars
I've grown to love; grown to love
Through true decline of the five billion minds or so
Through mudslides, and earthquakes, the blue one holds one
And rolls along, rolls along, rolls along
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One more astronaut with one more second chance
At wondering why he's here at all
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Bold are the ones who come over the line to fall
Over the horizon; never ones to fade away
Then it hit me, this cosmic pull and energy
It kinda makes me wonder if I'll ever make it back home
Back home. |