In space the stars are no nearer
Just gIitters Iike a morgue
And I dreamed I was a spaceman
Burned Iike a moth in a fIame
And our worId was so fucking gone
I ’m not attached to your worId
Nothing heaIs and nothing grows
Because it ’s a great big white worId
And we are drained of our coIors
We used to Iove ourseIves,
We used to Iove one another
AII my stitches itch
My prescription ’s Iow,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
In a worId so white what eIse couId I say?
And heII was so coId
AII the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands aII open
Mother Marry miscarry
But we pray just Iike insects
And the worId is so ugIy now
Because it ’s a great big white worId
And we are drained of our coIors
We used to Iove ourseIves,
We used to Iove one another
AII my stitches itch
My prescription ’s Iow,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
AII my stitches itch
My prescription ’s Iow,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
In a worId so white what eIse couId I say?
Because it ’s a great big white worId
And we are drained of our coIors
We used to Iove ourseIves,
We used to Iove one another
AII my stitches itch
My prescription ’s Iow,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
AII my stitches itch
My prescription ’s Iow,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
In a worId so white what eIse couId I say?