Three Fantastic 20000 Worlds Away
And yet I suspect that you will be,Whatever the hell you
wanna be,
With red eyes and dirty fingers,
A lot of work it'll take,
To restrain and stay sane,
Try to write words to explain,
To explain.
From 20,000 worlds away.
And yet I suspect that you will be,
Whoever the hell you're going to be,
With crossed eyes and dirty gestures,
A lot of work it'll take,
To refrain and stay sane,
Try to write words to explain,
To explain and explain.
From 20,000 worlds away.