Space

In the dark of the night
When the temperature's falling
I can still hear them talk
Of a hurricane warning

There's a crash up ahead
And the pile-up is growing
And by the side of the road
A thousand vultures are showing

Outside the world moves at different speed
Nothing but a wild chase for the things we don't need
And the sailors are cursing the sea
But honey not me, not me
Outside the world runs a different race
Dressed up in sequins and a quilt with a lace
Ooh, I need space

In the dark of the night
When the temperature's falling
I can still hear them talk
Of a hurricane warning

There's a box full of bones
Down by the waterlogged trenches
There's a bag full of stones
Rusty nails and worn-out wrenches

Outside the world...



Credits
Writer(s): Lars Ekengren
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