Iw as running out of breath, I was running out of time.
Every clock tick reminds (me) that I'm falling behind.
We are one skin; you can't convince me to believe in sin.
Language has us wired to explode,
we know how to hold on and how to let go.
When it feels like I'm swimming against the tide,
our heads are stupid but our bodies are wise.
When I lose sight because the light has died,
I find hope in your hands, lips and eyes.
I love you. I love you. I love you. Its this cosmic galactic S-O-S. Its breathing, in and out. With each breath, I recreate the universe. You are its heart. Center in my mind. It will stop the shaking, the needles and pins, the restlessness. Come home. I will be waiting.
Hold tight, all night, you're my highway star. I leave this as a testament -- as it was in Memphis, so let it be now. I love you. More than life. The world is a shadow. I am real. You are real. So let it be.
this is ground control to major tom
feeling glad and blue
the time i spend with you
is everything i've lived for and
would die for far beyond...
here i am, sitting in a tin can, far above the seas
without you lost and blue, and i don't know what to do
ground control to major tom...
ground control to major tom...
take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
i'm walking through to you
before the evening's done.
my love for you is neverending not undone
by any words they speak or bullets from a gun
ground control to major tom
ground control to major tom