Orbiting Monica Songtext
von Chris Butler

Priestess of bliss
A pipeline to every kind of mystical knowing
Knowing

Mistress of chance
There are no accidents
It′s all meaning

Orbiting Monica
Goddess of truth
Everything is orbiting Monica
So many moons

Down on your knees boy
Your ego's a weed in her garden of growing
Growing

Orbiting Monica
Going for a spin
Dazzling every dimension she′s currently in
Smack on the spot where all endings begin
Everybody's orbiting Monica
'Cause she always wins


At the center of a quantum teenage universe of lights
Handpicked by Monica ′cause it just felt so right

I butterfly around her
Butterfly around her
Butterfly fly

Always looking in from the outside
Her brand of wisdom is not mine
Lift up her lid and who knows what you′ll find

Nope
I don't get the joke
But Monica′s laughing
Laughing

Zoned out on space
Splice to her place in the great cosmic flowing

Orbiting Monica
So damn far out
Can you read me Monica
Over and out


Highest of lotuses
Coldest of cools
Satellized by too many Chris lovers
Too many moons

At the center of a quantum teenage universe of lights
The gift of Monica always denied

Still I'm looking in from the outside
Her brand of wisdom is not mine
Her brand of wisdom is not mine
Her brand of wisdom is not mine
Her brand of wisdom is not mine
Her brand of wisdom is not mine