(Instrumental)
free baby, maybe you'll understand (what) Starships and rockets, in a world that don't give a damn, yeah, yeah Don't 'cha know we got starships, and rockets
The days count me down hits close to home now and i don't so i'll pause like it sunk in but i don't listen i never listen it'd break your heart were
A new moon: fragile as glass same as the last A new night: waits for you now, in back of your house. what's better than being the first? And armies
Let's you and I stay awake all night we can pretend we feel safe in bed we can drink till we're happy again a lifeless smile, with no in and no out
Pilots are flying low Searching for life below Between the bits of broken earth Where the sunlight still hits Bodies wash against the shore The robots
A symphony of dying sings returning patrons to their seats dead opera hiss and roar the sky push and pulling satellites everybody's saying grace to tidal
Countdown to takeoff engine roar the night sky and in your favorite chair you are hanging from a thread i'll be your war i'll be your astronaut and
I'm waiting for the dinosaurs to return and ravage the traffic of morning commute and sink in commfort of dispare and i hope it's worth the wait
A steady hand at dooms blank stare with voices calling you back to bed. Delancey Street trembles beneath as you rise to meet the day It's a long night
Around the bed frame hollow cans and rings from coffee cups line the pages on the desk monday spent mourning the sun while taste still lingers from something
Rain loves the flowers for a drop at a time when they collide petals love the dirt and make them strong when flowers die dirt tries to love everything
I held my head as it left the ground, The belts grew tight as the blast grew load, A loving wish whispered in my ear, Please lead with grace, all the
politics I find are instruments of the sickened minds But we know how to play your game Listen as they scream our names This species knows what to do Their rockets
give me truth and give me real give me something i can feel and for the first time i'll be see'in give me something to believe in give me rockets, send
When I bear my soul again Don't go wasting my time I'm giving it my all Believe me that I'm yours And you're mine I'm giving it my all believe me You
dig, dig out those weeds Out of your happy-go-lucky fields of such polluted thinking Where do the rockets find planets Where do the rockets find planets Where do the rockets
, dig, dig out those weeds Out of your happy go lucky fields Of such predictive thinking Where do the rockets find planets Where do the rockets find planets Where do the rockets