Space - Pulp

You said you wanted some space …

Well is this enough for you?

…

This is what you’ve waited for …

No dust collecting in the corners …

No cups of tea that got cold before you drank them …

Tonight … travelling at the speed of thought …

We’re going to escape into the stars …

It doesn’t matter if the lifts are out of order …

Or the car won’t start …

We’re rising up … above the city … over forests … over fields …

Rivers and lakes … into the clouds … and up above us …

The whole universe is shining a welcome …

Did you ever really think this day would happen …

After days trying to sell washing-machines on your own?

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It looked like we never left the ground …

But we’re weightless … floating free …

We can go wherever we want … solar systems … constellations … galaxies …

I’ll race you to the nearest planet …

How may times have you wished upon a star?

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Now you can touch it … you can touch the stars …

Go on … don’t be afraid …

'I only wanted some space'…

Well is this enough for you?

… Is it?

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Well the stars are bright … but they don’t give out any heat …

The planets … are lumps of rock … floating in a vacuum …

Yeah, space is cold … when you’re on your own …

I think it’s time to go home … pulling my strings …

Like a kite that flew too high … and now it’s time to come down …

Look out below …

Wait 'til I get back …

You can see something …

You can see space … but now I know … it’s O.K.

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Space is O.K.

… but I’d rather … I’d rather get my …

I’d rather get my kicks down below … oh yeah … come on …