Texty: Hum. You'd Prefer An Astronaut. I'd Like Your Hair Long.

I'd like your hair long and laid on to the ground
You'd prefer an astronaut
Someone to relate to and someone to command
And I would be a simple man

I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
And synchronize and shine
A wasted string of years, and a wasted string of lies
It's still the same to me

It's a waste of a song
It's a waste of a song
You're a waste of my lungs
It's a waste of a song

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun
And I would be an astronaut
For I have come to surface to catch some light and feed
And I have everything I need

And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
And synchronize and shine
A wasted string of years, and a wasted string of lies
You're still the same to me

You're a waste of a song
You're a waste of my lungs
It's a waste of a song

It's a waste of a song
You're a waste of my lungs
You're a waste of a song