Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know?
I'm needing to get away from here and go.
I wanna fly to far-flung Galaxies.
And leave it in atmosphere where I can (can't?) breathe.
Coz all that I wanted
Was to say three words to you.
And all that I wish for
Was that you feel each out them too.
So please take me,
Oh please take me,
A work with gravity.
Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know?
I wanna look right down at the Earth below.
I wanna wrap my arms around the moon.
And none of these, you know, could come too soon.
