Jenny was a pilot

She flew over the moon one day

And she saw something weirdo

When she landed there

The people weren’t talking like before

“i’ve never seen a body with no arms”

And she said “wow, how i wish it was like this”

Wow

Wow

On my way home

The way home don’t seem to me much a way home

But just a way to go

Could you show me the way home?

Cause i think that i lost it some years ago

When i was busy it was night here

I couldn’t see a sign of who i am, but now i do

And all this time i’ve just been right there

My words could seem so pointless, don’t make sense

But what else do?

I swear that i would

I don’t have much time to express my feelings

The point of attention is lowering to every second

And i don’t know if i should continue talking

When no one’s listening

(“are you from another planet?” … “no, why?”)

Don’t know how to talk to you

Sometimes i picture we’re on mars and blue

I have no clue about astronomy

Thought i could use it for recovery

Or we could swim in purple-sky big pools

Don’t think about those borings things i do

Wish i could offer you some better place

That you’d call home even if there is space between us

There is space between us