When you speak your voice goes to outer space My words a typhoon, could suck the light out of a star And all the satellites are Russian spies in 50's suits Tampering my codes and interfering
With bleeps and hiss the sky eyes talk to themselves Too many screens flicker and I'm blacked out A radio freak in a storm at the edge of the dials The burnt-out smell of my selves disconnecting
When you speak your voice goes to outer space My words a typhoon, could suck the light out of a star And all the satellites are Russian spies in fifties suits Tampering my codes and interfering
At the small end of a telescope, I squirm like a bug Under scrutiny, under glass that's thick for short-sighted, distant objects Swirl on my spinning chair, I can defy gravity The centre of the universe is in my solar plexus
When you speak your voice goes to outer space My words a typhoon, could suck the light out of a star And all the satellites are Russian spies in fifties suits Tampering my codes and interferingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
