The Dead Deads - Space Songtexte

In the science of space its a common mistake
To cling to what’s clever, my dear
Claws in the dirt doing gravity’s work
Turning your love into fear

Counting the cracks, finding faults in my mind
Watching you unmake the bed
All of these questions suggestions impressions
I know you heard what I said

How many times can I tell you I’m fine?
How many stars in the sky and when will you die?
Let’s talk about this all night

I’d rather waste my time
I’d rather pray
I want some peace of mind
Science and space
You’re so wrong
Why would you stay so long?
So long

In the science of space its a common mistake
Darling, you’re waking the dead
Hush now
I know you heard what I said

Leave some space
Need some space
My God, is that all it takes?

I’d rather waste my time
I’d rather pray
I want some peace of mind
Science and space
You’re so wrong
Why would you stay so long?
So long