My daddy was an astronaut That's what I was often taught My daddy went away too soon Now he's living on the moon
Hang on to me people We're going down Down among the fishes in an absence of sound It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind Send it scratching in this rented room Scratching and tapping to the men on the moon Down all the things that I've been told My daddy was an astronaut