The monkey knows how you'll react Like some reverse pyromaniac Creating want by holding back I propped my window up and then Let me try, baby, try I turned
Say you were split, you were split in fragments well maybe I want that, too and not all the pieces would talk to you Staying won't put these futures
some ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name What some take for magic at first glance Is just sleight of hand depending on what you believe Something gets lost
Lost In Space Into a place A bubble drifting Where planets shift and The moon's erased Its features lift in the glare But I'm the stuff Of Happy endings
Oh, Mario Sit here by the window Stay here 'til we reach Idaho And when we go, hold my hand on take-off Tell me what I already know That we can't talk
, you can't afford to show Anything risky anything they don't know And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut Where I get lost in space that goes
Guys like me, we don't know how it feels Absentee even closing the deal For every player there's a payoff in the final reel But never with guys like
The moth don't care when he sees the flame he might get burned but he's in the game and once he's in he can't go back, and beat his wings 'til he burns
Better pack your bags and run Or stay until the job is done Baby you could sit and hope That providence will fray the rope And sink like a stone Or go
This is how it goes You'll get angry at yourself And think you can think of somethinge else And I'll hear the clanging of the bells Cause I can't stop
You don't know, so don't say you do -- You don't. You might think that things will change, But reality intrudes They won't But take my word -- You paint
Verse 1: Lost in Space above I'm drifting and To a place where planets shift and then erased its features lift in the glare Verse 2: But I'm the stuff
번역: 만, 에이미. 우주에서 길을.
Verse 1: The monkey knows how you'll react Creating want by holding back Some reverse pyromanic Let me try baby - try Verse 2: I propped my window
Verse 1: Say you were ... or split in fragments And none of the pieces will talk to you Wouldn't you want to be who had them Well, maybe I want that
Guys like me we don't know how it feels absentee even closing the deal but every player there's a ... in the funnel real(?) but never with guys like
it goodbye so baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator and let me fall into the dream of the astronaut for I'll get lost in space that goes on forever
some Ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name But some take from magic at first glance is just sleight of hand depending how much you believe Something gets lost
