Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Astronaut, artist - Blitzen Trapper. Album song American Goldwing, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 11.09.2011
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
Astronaut |
Now if you’re gunna play your games with me |
Like the leaf in the top of a tree |
You better watch your step when you’re comin back down |
From the city on out to the sea |
And if your brothers come after me |
With their horses so wild and so free |
I’ll be waitin at the gate in a terrible state |
With the man who holds the key |
And he’ll treat you quite carelessly |
For he knows my face from a previous place |
From a country in a foreign land |
Throwin dice in a game of chance on the sand |
But I lost my cool and fate loves a fool |
Now I’m standin on the edge of the pack |
In my spacesuit hopin that this women will call me at last |
Cuz' I’m an astronaut on the shores of this grand illusion |
and I’m fallin down at the sound of this beating heart |
Yeah, this beatin heart |
Yeah, this beatin heart |
Your friends all tell ya that ya gotta make a change |
Gotta make this fake in so many kinda ways |
Snap to the trees from the trees to the earth |
from the earth to your grave from the grave to your birth |
Your heart’s been rappin with (Idk something about a sinner of gold?) |
but the world ain’t yours cuz' this heart’s been sold |
Gunna (pay/pave?) your lovers way and the ship it sails today |
Whoah my mind now we’re rollin by and by |
Got my children to light the way |
Whoah my mind now we’re rollin by and by |
Got my brothers to light the way |
Whoah my mind now we’re rollin by and by |
Got my sisters to light the way |
Gotta pave your lovers way |
and the ship it sails today |
So if you’re gunna play your games with me |
Better use some real chicery |
Better get smart cuz that lock on your heart |
It aint as heavy as it used to be |
In the land without no gravity |
In this windless place on the edge of space |
Where the saints and the sinners have passed |
With the dead satellites and the trash |
In my spacesuit hopin that this woman would call me at last |
Cuz I’m an astronaut on the shores of this grand illusion |
And I’m fallin down at the sound of this beating heart |
Yeah, this beatin heart |
Yeah, this beatin heart |