Solar System

Come in here and have a taste
Yeah, what’s one more hopeless case?
When your short wave dies and there’s no one to listen
And the stars going cold in your solar system
Well her lips were red, and her hair was brown
Yeah, feeling like the luckiest kids in town
She said, «I'll follow you, boy, to the ends of the earth»
Said, «I'm not going that far, for what it’s worth»
And I really love
To see you like this
Moonlight dripping off your fingertips
Off your fingertips
Well, put all your love where it hurts the most
Expect a little visit from the Holy Ghost
But when your short wave dies and there’s no one to listen
The stars going cold in your solar system
And I really love
To see you like this
The moonlight dripping off your fingertips
Off your fingertips
Off your fingertips
Off your fingertips