I swear we're coming peacefully On our hands and our knees we're crawling back into lucidity Even if I'd rather be
Curled up covered head to toe, tossing to and fro If life is happening I don't want to know It's pretty lame, and I shouldn't complain, but even so...
There must be something out of place, if I'd rather be floating in space
Sweet dreams on Saturn's rings, lightyears from a living thing
Truth be told I'd sell my soul to get some sleep Try as I maybe might, rest gets the best of me Truth be told, well tell me time and time again Try as I maybe might, I'm only guessing
There must be something out of place, if I'd rather be floating in space
Sweet dreams on Saturn's rings, lightyears from a living thing Tucked in on Titan, oh, a couple orbits to go
Wasting time, what a waste of space I'm out of line, and something's out of place