Space - Absynthe Minded

Somebody got a second chance man

He tries to get a grip

It ain’t easy to be truthful

When your stories are about jail

Somebody is watching

The money sign stamped on your back

They have seen your camera

And they know the exchange rate

Space is where we belong

Anywhere but here

This place is dark

Get me away from here

I wanna go to a ride, I

I wanna sit in the sunshine

I wanna look at the blue sky

To where we belong

He’s waiting by the door

He stood there one hundred times before

He stood before and little does she know

He’s the one she’ll end to love the most

Space is where we belong

Anywhere but here

This place is dark

Get me away from here

I wanna go to a ride, I

I wanna sit in the sunshine

I wanna look at the blue sky

To where we belong

To where we belong

To where we belong

To where we belong