Besedila: Flaming Lips. Clouds Taste Metallic. They Punctured My Yolk.

{Did they had to call out any deviations from our plans?}

They never called me, up to the tower
We gave it to them, they had the power

And power is the thing that made you take off from me

We trained hard for the mission, all floating over
Though we're in zero gravity, it pulled us closer

We were once off to the planets, inside our space suits


Now I'm left here on the landing, the rockets flame boost

And it's leaving without me, and you go off to the sky

Good bye, good bye, look as the clouds burst, they're growing taller

And as your ship leaves in the distance, my world gets smaller

And it takes you worlds away, a million light years from me, oh oh oh