Album: You'd Prefer an Astronaut

I'd Like Your Hair Long

I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground,
you'd prefer an astronaut,
someone to relate to and someone to command,
and I will be a simple man.
I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
it's still the same to me.

It's a waste of a song.
It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun,
and I will be an astronaut
for I have come to surface to catch some light and feed,
and I have everything I need.
And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
you're still the same to me.

You're a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
You're a waste of a song.