Maybe there's a weight on the way the stars wait
For the light of day and the way light moves
I'm tired of the constellations and fights for euthanasia
Did we ever really land on the moon?
Maybe there's a weight on the words "I miss you."
Do they repress you? That's the way love moves.
I'm tired of the constellations and stars being every solution for the way I feel.
And men weren't meant for Mars.
And oh my love will we be the same?
Oceans pale that fill my heart, filling out a s***e in time.
And oh my love, will we been the same?
For the light of day and the way light moves
I'm tired of the constellations and fights for euthanasia
Did we ever really land on the moon?
Maybe there's a weight on the words "I miss you."
Do they repress you? That's the way love moves.
I'm tired of the constellations and stars being every solution for the way I feel.
And men weren't meant for Mars.
And oh my love will we be the same?
Oceans pale that fill my heart, filling out a s***e in time.
And oh my love, will we been the same?