A train moving out of the station, somewhere south of it.
A satellite making connections somewhere over it.
One makes a long lonely howl, one is silent.
A new design waits to be launched somewhere west of it.
A satellite making connections somewhere over it.
One makes a long lonely howl, one is silent.
A new design waits to be launched somewhere west of it.
Calling all cans on the go,
This is mission control
Somewhere built below it.
Pass that cup over here this is boring.
And I don't even do this anymore to believe
The nonsense I'm hearing.
A certain amount of booze is all it takes to relax me.
Then it's back to my parents' home in a taxi.
Back to the place I belong,
To the place I belong.
Somewhere built below it.
I am a science boy.
I grew up on dinosaurs,
A million different species of birds, and aircraft.
This is the science of truth,
Is the science of love,
Is the science of it.
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