Spacecraft
Turning off the phone
Putting on a t-shirt
Clearing out your hair from the shower drain
It would be creepy to save
The color of the film
You're the bridge between my black and white
Without it I am blind, too blind, too blind
To tell the sugar from sand
So how am I supposed to give up this thought
You and me takin' off in the dark
Drifting round the world catching fish for food
Making up the rules
How am I supposed to sleep in this bed
If my pillow doesn't hold your head
It's not enough to buy a Wilson-ball and escape on a raft
I'll have to build a spacecraft
I keep waking up
Like Sisyphus and his boulder
Feeling how the pixels of my mind
Constellate your shoulder
It happens every night
And I cannot seem to keep the world upright
If gravity just turns and bends around
There is no left or right
Then how am I supposed to give up this thought
You and me takin' off in the dark
Drifting round the world catching fish for food
Making up the rules
How am I supposed to sleep in this bed
If my arm is not beneath your head
It's not enough to buy a Wilson-ball and escape on a raft
I'll have to build a spacecraft
Putting on a t-shirt
Clearing out your hair from the shower drain
It would be creepy to save
The color of the film
You're the bridge between my black and white
Without it I am blind, too blind, too blind
To tell the sugar from sand
So how am I supposed to give up this thought
You and me takin' off in the dark
Drifting round the world catching fish for food
Making up the rules
How am I supposed to sleep in this bed
If my pillow doesn't hold your head
It's not enough to buy a Wilson-ball and escape on a raft
I'll have to build a spacecraft
I keep waking up
Like Sisyphus and his boulder
Feeling how the pixels of my mind
Constellate your shoulder
It happens every night
And I cannot seem to keep the world upright
If gravity just turns and bends around
There is no left or right
Then how am I supposed to give up this thought
You and me takin' off in the dark
Drifting round the world catching fish for food
Making up the rules
How am I supposed to sleep in this bed
If my arm is not beneath your head
It's not enough to buy a Wilson-ball and escape on a raft
I'll have to build a spacecraft
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Writer(s): Tobias Ekelund
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