Space, 1961 Songtext
von Patrick The Pan

There is a place, where birds don′t fly
A home of silence and sattelites
And I feel the world smiles at me
Fading in astral melancholy

I am forgotten by history and gravity
The state I'm in is a feist for poetry
Hopeless and helpless I realized
Science′s the only god and it feeds with sacrifice


I know you don't want me back
I am so meaningless
The closer to stars the more I feel like I'm going down
Silence, here I come into your arms

I know you don′t want me back
I am so meaningless
The closer to stars the more I feel like I′m going down
Silence, here I come into your arms

I'm lucky to choose between the blade, hunger and cold
Final move and I am coming home