Are you sick of all this change? In a century that keeps feet so firmly off the ground You can't stand this place Well I'm with you 'til the end So let us both go to outer space With nothing but pens for what we'll say when we come back
Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts But in your passenger seat, I feel limitless Success in the end, it all depends On whether you're still my oldest friend
On the days you're suffering Then the world is on my shoulders too And if you ever died, I'd question going on without you Would I make it 'til the end? Would I bother going to outer space? With nothing but a broken mind to keep me safe Would I come back?
Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts But in your passenger seat, I feel limitless Success in the end, it all depends On whether you're still my oldest friend