Asking For Space

Read the constellations, baby Tell me what you see Threw our darts in the darkest corner Waited for the rebound Haven't had a drink since summer Something's wrong with me I'm sipping on galactic forces Have been for near a century I tied down what you kicked up For so long ­I've had enough Falling out but keep in touch Shouldn't ask for better, honey Didn't think I could Spent my days lying on your shoulder Come the day you swore that never would Hold on tight - let's take it slow Baby, well don't you know You and I will be the last to go