Comet Song Songtext
von Greg Johnson

He won′t talk at all since he lost his words
On a downtown train just like that song, I like that song
And I won't live in hope when I live in fear, it′s a small flat
Self-reproach is my next-door neighbour, her jet black love on tap

When she comes down
Like a comet sprinkles ice all over me
I'm a clown, I can only see the four-leaf clover


And there is no easy ride to a lover's moon
Got no view of home from this rocket room
Do you hold dear aspirations of starting a stratosphere?
Can′t say when you′ll be starting on it
But I doubt if it'll be this year

And then she comes down
Like a comet melts on hot skin burning me
I′m a fool, I can't overcome this bitter yearning
This bitter yearning, this bitter yearning, this bitter yearning

When she comes down
Like a comet melts on hot skin burning me
I′m a clown, I can only see the four-leaf clover

And seven hundred years 'til we meet again
Might as well be twenty or even ten
There is no easy pride in a lonely room
She trails across the sky and behind the moon