And i found myself again
Emptying bottle
Standing over this landscape
Drawing in a deep breathe
I braced myself and told
A Story how i thrust this way
I booked front-row seats
And charming views
I'll start my old spaceship for you
So don't make plans for the weekend
And pack your bag
For a cosmic jorney
And the show is over
But the same song stuck in our head
And we tell our stories
About young and wounded hearts
Sitting on the cold pavement
I take a sip from your bottle
To become a little bit more brave
To say all the things in my head
And start this old spaceship for you