Woorden: Bad Astronaut. Catherine Morgan.

Among the strange it had to be

Over the gems, over the ice

Sheltered from the sun



Pissed in a cup in

The corner of what seems like a box

Trapped in the game

I know it's right

and sheltered from the pain



And captain tells us to enjoy

No one can smell the cobwebs and moss

I know this sounds ambiguous

But here's a different tune




One more day we raise the captain

The futile gesture isn't empty....yet



So i was up to a feeling

I haven't felt in over 5 years

The sound of failure isn't here.....yet