I reach in my pockets while you were climbing rockets now,
Two dirty right-handed gloves.
I sleep by the bedside with a nasty dream in my eye,
I'd hate to wake you now.

A pile of my pants is lying crumpled by the mattress,
It's pushing arms length now.
I reach in my pocket, for the bed,
Tried not to rock it, I'd hate to wake you now.
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Yeah, the pile of myself is lying crumpled by the mattress,
Just push it arms-length away.
I saw you by the planet, did she mean to rock it?
It's just to cover it up.

Half asleep in the arms of you,
And I know the end is on us, bearing down.
Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,
And I feel this as another way to die.

Half alive in the arms of you,
And I know the end is on us, bearing down.
Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,
And I feel this as a lonely way to die.
Yeah to die, yeah die, yeah you.