Space

Space The clock ticks and I wish it was broken-And I can't think straight-With thoughts you flooding my head-And we're all just slaves to the second hand-As it ticks seven eight-Nine and ten-So let's fly away to the moon and run among the stars-And let's live upon mars your hair is red-Anyways the sun will be our fireplace we fly a million miles high-We will breathe just to feel like we're alive, alive-I watch you from the atmosphere, you cry lonely, I couldn't deal-With what we had, but I know something don't-I wasn't all that bad, no-Where did you go, you're nowhere to be found-Here I am falling from space to the ground-Remember when we were all that we could be-So tell me what saw in him and what you couldn't see in me-And I'll fly away to the moon and run among the stars-And live upon mars-Alive Alive-We're alive, We're alive, so alive.