It’s draggin’ me on, my mind and soultrip Right in front of me a face I know It still cries Into jupiter’s womb i crashed Out of orbit As I’m here in this room I think I’m seeing shades Goin’ into the light You say that I’m wrong But that sounds too dramatic And if I was King Kong Yeah, she’d at least try Even this time
I’m out of orbit I wouldn’t mind a long hot summer I’m not elastic No not a machine head