.there's.a.spaceman.in.my.basement.
Sometimes I am afraid to dream
Because missing you the next morning
Is just too much
You come to me in the most bizarre of ways
And talk to me when it is silent all around
And just sometimes, when the wind blows
I swear I catch a bit of your scent
I can feel you on all sides
As every tree heaves and carries the weight of the world
And every dark sky holds secrets of every boy and girl
Just as every star shines bright in hopes that whoever is watching
Derives strength from its light
I hope that in my dreams you are gentle and kind
Expectantly, almost in a paradoxical way
I await you, ethereal and sublime
A king to my queen
Where we ride clouds and hold each other tight
Or reenact another one of our glorious days
In the normal, effortless way of our life
Yes, that was the way our life was, wasn’t it?
Eating beans and franks in a picnic on my bed
Going over photographs for hours on end
Or just mixed up in each other’s brilliance
Consumed, enraptured, entertained by the solitude of our world
Where no one else was invited
And not another soul was allowed to dwell
That was our life, wasn’t it?
Transformed now into an eternity of delusive moments
Why now I am afraid to dream
As my joy is always accompanied by bewilderment
When I realize that you are really gone
And I am awake
Because missing you the next morning
Is just too much
You come to me in the most bizarre of ways
And talk to me when it is silent all around
And just sometimes, when the wind blows
I swear I catch a bit of your scent
I can feel you on all sides
As every tree heaves and carries the weight of the world
And every dark sky holds secrets of every boy and girl
Just as every star shines bright in hopes that whoever is watching
Derives strength from its light
I hope that in my dreams you are gentle and kind
Expectantly, almost in a paradoxical way
I await you, ethereal and sublime
A king to my queen
Where we ride clouds and hold each other tight
Or reenact another one of our glorious days
In the normal, effortless way of our life
Yes, that was the way our life was, wasn’t it?
Eating beans and franks in a picnic on my bed
Going over photographs for hours on end
Or just mixed up in each other’s brilliance
Consumed, enraptured, entertained by the solitude of our world
Where no one else was invited
And not another soul was allowed to dwell
That was our life, wasn’t it?
Transformed now into an eternity of delusive moments
Why now I am afraid to dream
As my joy is always accompanied by bewilderment
When I realize that you are really gone
And I am awake