The Bisexuality of Distance

adjusting for the rapid fluctuations of the decade had proved difficult for the recently returned astronaut
for 8 years and 9 months he had sat upon the cosmos and exaggerated planets for a cheque
somedays he would return from his new job selling pancakes to the feudal overlords of gillingham
tired and distracted and bewildered by the changes that had happened while he sailed among the stares
now aliens he'd only met in flights of lonely fancy as he silently returned round the melancholy moon
stalked him on the subway and appeared to him in visions as he lay there in the visions of his childhood room
they would sit down in his bedside with ambivalent expressions would remind him of his failures through a series of slides
cold and jaded they collapsed into the present, he woke into an afternoon of sighs,
CHORUS:
but I'm only gonna tell ya once, it's the bisexuality of distance
a portion of the blame for his dislocated existence had proved impossible for the recently returned astronaut
the dead eye he swam in through most conversations betrayed him before he'd even speak
some days he would wear his regulation space helment on his journey to car parks and streets
sorry and stolen and saddened by physics, he fell into the safety of his jeans
CHORUS
i can't forget the smell, I love it
hold it close as the end comes closer
i can't forget the smell, I love it
hold it close as the end comes closer
down down down down down down deeper and down
down down down down down down deeper and down
going down down down down down down deeper and down
down down down down down down deeper and down
i can't forget the smell, I love it
hold it close as the end comes closer