About the Project
As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship
Call out the spirits in my basement
Crawl out the center of the snake pit
And fall into the middle of her greatness
Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures
She’s not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers
But take her for a walk on the moon as she wears slippers
The end of the world is coming soon, I’ma miss it
The sky is fallling down, I am falling for her quicker
We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma
High above the ground but I’m under her charisma
Her sound is in surround when I’m in her solar system
The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipses eclipsin’
My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick
Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription
We out of this world baby we have been evicted
Production Team
