Did you ever imagine we’d fall so far from the sun,
We’d miss the sea?
Or that our waxen wings would ice,
And we’d flap them against the vacuum,
Hoping to find a bit of dirt again?
Laugh at me.
Laugh at me.
Did you ever imagine we’d fall so far from the sun,
We’d miss the sea?
Or that our waxen wings would ice,
And we’d flap them against the vacuum,
Hoping to find a bit of dirt again?