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new song. like all songs, i can never tell if i hate it or love it after i'm done. what do you think, LJ?
"Launchpad"
Fireworks on the fourth of July
Aren't as interesting as the ones I see when I close my eyes
Colors react like water with rubidium
And you're standing there right in the middle of them
Your signal's coming in clear, sharp as a tack
The fireworks started fading to black
I opened my eyes, you weren't there
So I turned my attention to the ones in the air
They were nothing but smoke and flashing lights
I'd rather be looking at the sky at night
Laying on my back and counting the stars
From Orion's belt to Ursa Major
From the supernovas to all the moon's craters
If you ain't here with me, maybe that's where you are
Now it's sad but true
But every single Tuesday in June
I tilt my head and wait for you
To fly across the summer moon
But every night it's the same
I'm so jealous of the clouds and airplanes
Who get up so close to you
I think they have a better view
I gotta find a way up there, way up high
I'm wishing that I could just take to the sky
But gravitational pull does it's best to keep me here
I'd like to look at the Earth, way down below
But I've got enough problems just saying hello
Let alone penetrating the atmosphere
When you and I talk
It's like planetary equinox
But it doesn't matter what I do
I'm going to need a launchpad
To get closer to you
"Launchpad"
Fireworks on the fourth of July
Aren't as interesting as the ones I see when I close my eyes
Colors react like water with rubidium
And you're standing there right in the middle of them
Your signal's coming in clear, sharp as a tack
The fireworks started fading to black
I opened my eyes, you weren't there
So I turned my attention to the ones in the air
They were nothing but smoke and flashing lights
I'd rather be looking at the sky at night
Laying on my back and counting the stars
From Orion's belt to Ursa Major
From the supernovas to all the moon's craters
If you ain't here with me, maybe that's where you are
Now it's sad but true
But every single Tuesday in June
I tilt my head and wait for you
To fly across the summer moon
But every night it's the same
I'm so jealous of the clouds and airplanes
Who get up so close to you
I think they have a better view
I gotta find a way up there, way up high
I'm wishing that I could just take to the sky
But gravitational pull does it's best to keep me here
I'd like to look at the Earth, way down below
But I've got enough problems just saying hello
Let alone penetrating the atmosphere
When you and I talk
It's like planetary equinox
But it doesn't matter what I do
I'm going to need a launchpad
To get closer to you