Hum 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 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
