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letra de space children - saturday looks good to me

the power’s out everywhere in town
the hospital is sinking into sand dunes
i could have been anywhere tonight
but here i am, here i am, here i am

the parking lot’s preparing for the fight
fifteen jeans in love with fourteen courtneys
just another summer in the antiseptic arms of everyone
of everyone
of everyone

oh frozen stars my sp-ce children!
you never listen, it never sinks in
there in your hearts, there in you prison
what can i give them that they could feel?

friday’s wolves assemble in the hall
for a faceless kiss, a body flung from somewhere
they’re lookin’ for anyone at all
whatever scr-ps are left to be had
those brimstone boys are dancing on the sky
and richie’s always workin’ on some side deal
everybody’s watching but they’re all so far away
they aren’t here, but in some faded year
some former gold
beautiful ones, my sp-ced children
galactic minions, you never heal
beautiful ones, oh sp-ce children
you’ve been forgiven, but you don’t care

awestruck and insane
do you still feel the same from those clocktower days?
dear heather and cain, everything’s changed
but your sweet hearts remain
oh, walking away with my backpocket blues
and a list of complaints
“i’ll swim forever inside of my skull
with endlessly crashing cars”

…hear them
beautiful ones, oh sp-ce children
you’ve been forgiven, but you don’t care
oh frozen stars, my sp-ce children
you never listen, you never see sense
where in your hearts and there in your prison
what can i give them that they could feel?

(of course we’re all distracted til we’re out of our heads
whistling our living to the tunes of the dead
but everything that happened wants to happen again
anything could happen at all
of course we’re all distracted til we’re out of our heads
whistling our living to the tunes of the dead
but everything that happened wants to happen again
anything could happen at all

of course we’re all distracted til we’re out of our heads
whistling our living to the tunes of the dead
but everything that happened wants to happen again
anything could happen at all)

h-llo? i love you!
h-llo?
i love you! i love you!
h-llo?
h-llo! h-llo ! h-llo!
i love you! i love you!
i love you! i love you! h-llo?
i love you!

- saturday looks good to me

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