Space Children

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Saturday Looks Good to Me - Pop

Space Children

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The power's out everywhere in town The hospital is sinking into sand dunes I could have been anywhere tonight But here I am, here I am, here I am The parking lot's preparing for the fight Fifteen Jeans in love with fourteen Courtneys Just another summer in the antiseptic arms of everyone Of everyone Of everyone Oh frozen stars my space children! You never listen, it never sinks in There in your hearts, there in you prison What can I give them that they could feel? Friday's wolves assemble in the hall For a faceless kiss, a body flung from somewhere They're lookin' for anyone at all Whatever scraps are left to be had Those brimstone boys are dancing on the sky And Richie's always workin' on some side deal Everybody's watching but they're all so far away They aren't here, but in some faded year Some former gold Beautiful ones, my spaced children Galactic minions, you never heal Beautiful ones, oh space children You've been forgiven, but you don't care Awestruck and insane Do you still feel the same from those clocktower days? Dear Heather and Cain, everything's changed But your sweet hearts remain Oh, walking away with my backpocket blues And a list of complaints "I'll swim forever inside of my skull With endlessly crashing cars" ...hear them Beautiful ones, oh space children You've been forgiven, but you don't care Oh frozen stars, my space children You never listen, you never see sense Where in your hearts and there in your prison What can I give them that they could feel? (Of course we're all distracted til we're out of our heads Whistling our living to the tunes of the dead But everything that happened wants to happen again Anything could happen at all Of course we're all distracted til we're out of our heads Whistling our living to the tunes of the dead But everything that happened wants to happen again Anything could happen at all Of course we're all distracted til we're out of our heads Whistling our living to the tunes of the dead But everything that happened wants to happen again Anything could happen at all) Hello? I love you! Hello? I love you! I love you! Hello? Hello! Hello ! Hello! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! Hello? I love you!

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Credits

Writers
  • Fred Thomas