Rory And The Artificial Heart – Nice Planet. We'll Take It. lyrics
Somber with your hands by your side
Constrict me with your eyes defenseless
This is just a common misconception of the opposition
If this is what you want, a war
These protons draining my atmosphere
You’ll never take me alive
Unless you wanna
There are jet streams in the airwaves
In the mouth of an avalanche
Still waiting for your answer
Waiting for the ship to leave the ground
Captain calling mayday
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Still waiting for your answer
Waiting for the ship to leave the ground
Captain calling mayday
Search this quadrant for the astronaut
Somber with your hands by your side
Constrict me with your eyes defenseless
This is just a common misconception of the opposition
If this is what you want, a war
These protons draining my atmosphere
The grass is always greener on the other side of man
There’s jet streams in the airwaves
In the mouth of an avalanche
Still waiting for your answer
Waiting for the ship to leave the ground
Captain calling mayday
Search this quadrant for the astronaut
Still waiting for your answer
Waiting for the ship to leave the ground
Captain calling mayday
Search this quadrant for the astronaut
Cockpit breathe fire
Life signs are fading out
Cockpit breathe fire
Life signs are fading out
Cockpit breathe fire
Life signs are fading out
Cockpit breathe fire
Life signs are fading out
They’re fading out
Hey boy where did you come from?
Hey boy where did you go?
Hey boy where did you come from?
Hey boy where did you go?
Hey boy where did you come from?
Hey boy where did you go?
Hey boy where did you come from?
Hey boy where did you go?
Still waiting for your answer
Waiting for the ship to leave the ground
Captain calling mayday
Search this quadrant for the astronaut
Still waiting for your answer
Waiting for the ship to leave the ground
Captain calling mayday
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