Lyrics

While you're off to Barcelona I'm off to see the stars in which she flies It shows the world from a distance Of quarter of a million miles And I can see the unimportance When I thin from this view Yeah a know I stay up here too much and I make a fortune on the moon But that's not good for me To put myself in such a high up spot Because all I see Is that we're just a pale blue A pale blue dot (dot, dot, dot) I feel my head go 'round and 'round I feel my head go 'round With the bait in the income And the outcome of the thousand trivial X What we've forgotten 'bout our kingdom And the power in our hands when we strike and attack Screw talk, I'm on remote now I could burn the whole thing down now Cut off heads and write with blood A quarter million catchy pop songs now To build my heights and enter your brain But that's not good for me To put myself in such a radical spot Because all I see Is that we're just a pale blue dot No that's not good for me To put myself in such a radical spot Because all I see Is that we're just a pale blue A pale blue dot (A pale blue dot) Look at that up there (Pale blue dot) Look at that in here What do you see? (A pale blue dot) What do you see? (A pale blue dot) Tell me. What do you see? (A pale blue dot) I feel my head go 'round and 'round I feel my head go 'round and 'round That's not good for me I feel my head go 'round and 'round Because all I see I feel my head go 'round and 'round
Writer(s): Sophus August Tuxen, Sebastian Rasmussen Fibiger, Daniel Abraham Hollesen Basse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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