"The First Girl On The Moon" lyrics
It's always late every time she checks the clock
Someone thought that physicists say time is limitless
What the hell does that mean anyway?
It's late every time she falls asleep
And I mean falls, she faints like grass on windy days
As every ticking second fades
She watches as it washes away
She watches as it washes away
The first girl on the moon
Faces her room, still wearing her coat
Settles down on a chair
And closes right there
Sat by the window
The Golden Gate's two-hundred thousand miles away
And people say a worthy life is qualified
By little things you can't put into words
But you're sure that's not what it's like for her
What makes it worse is how she is surrounded
By the self-imposed constriction here on Earth
She wonders if she's covered in dirt
Oh God, what if she's covered in dirt?
The first girl on the moon
Shaded in blue
Puts coins in her pocket
Checks the hologram news
For the perfect excuse
To leave on a ride
Watered-down windows
Lazy moods are pumping over
Like the cow and the silver spoon
Watered up and over
The first girl on the moon
Faces her room, puts food on the stove
Trashes down with a list
And a sad heart's boiling over
Someone thought that physicists say time is limitless
What the hell does that mean anyway?
It's late every time she falls asleep
And I mean falls, she faints like grass on windy days
As every ticking second fades
She watches as it washes away
She watches as it washes away
The first girl on the moon
Faces her room, still wearing her coat
Settles down on a chair
And closes right there
Sat by the window
The Golden Gate's two-hundred thousand miles away
And people say a worthy life is qualified
By little things you can't put into words
But you're sure that's not what it's like for her
What makes it worse is how she is surrounded
By the self-imposed constriction here on Earth
She wonders if she's covered in dirt
Oh God, what if she's covered in dirt?
The first girl on the moon
Shaded in blue
Puts coins in her pocket
Checks the hologram news
For the perfect excuse
To leave on a ride
Watered-down windows
Lazy moods are pumping over
Like the cow and the silver spoon
Watered up and over
The first girl on the moon
Faces her room, puts food on the stove
Trashes down with a list
And a sad heart's boiling over
