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Space Station
Do you think of me when he's in your mouth?
Do you think of me when he pulls it out?
Do you think of me when your rain falls on his mountain?
Do you think of me when your creamed waterfalls drown him?
Do you remember me when he's calling your name?
Do you remember me when he's inside your hurricane?
I think of you often when I'm alone and desperate.
I think of sending my heart in a bottle set adrift.
But there's no hope for reconciliation.
There's only time; time and a space station.
I wait for you in the hollow vacuum of my hole.
You pass by my orbit; now gravity is my only hope.
Do you think of me when he pulls it out?
Do you think of me when your rain falls on his mountain?
Do you think of me when your creamed waterfalls drown him?
Do you remember me when he's calling your name?
Do you remember me when he's inside your hurricane?
I think of you often when I'm alone and desperate.
I think of sending my heart in a bottle set adrift.
But there's no hope for reconciliation.
There's only time; time and a space station.
I wait for you in the hollow vacuum of my hole.
You pass by my orbit; now gravity is my only hope.
Published 13th Sep 2014
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