I’ve got my troubles They’re waiting back at home Up in this bubble I tend to make my own This tilted orbit Dull as a sedative Someone write my obit, “Hope he’s happy where he’s headed”
It’s a white rabbit — stranded satellite It’s a parlor trick — stranded satellite I’m so full of shit — stranded satellite I’m up here every night and I’m feeling less enlightened What was it I was fighting?
I’ve been abandoned I do it to myself I’ve got this habit Of making heaven hell This floating flophouse Keeping me gone too long Someone tell my spouse I love her more than Major Tom did — No, I don’t think she knows
Stranded satellite In a gilded cage — stranded satellite In a rolling grave — stranded satellite I’m up here every night and I’m feeling less enlightened What was it I was fighting?
I’m feeling distant You’re half a world away These bad decisions Solidified my fate I miss you dearly But I’m not coming home Yeah, this life is dreary It’s the only life I know…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
