She's taking her time, making up the reasons To justify all the hurt inside Guess she knows from the smile and the look in their eyes Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one They're saying, "Mama never loved her much" And, "Daddy never keeps in touch, That's why she shies away from human affection" But somewhere in a private place She packs her bags for outer space And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come And she'll say to him, She's saying
I would fly to the moon & back if you'll be, if you'll be my baby Got a ticket for a world where we belong So would you be my baby?
She can't remember a time when she felt needed If love was red then she was colorblind All her friends, they've been trialed for treason And crimes that were never defined She's saying, "Love is like a barren place, And reaching out for human faith is Is like a journey I just don't have a map for" So baby's gonna take a dive and push the shift to overdrive Send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars (What a pleasant dream)
To the Moon and Back - Savage Garden
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smile and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying, "Mama never loved her much"
And, "Daddy never keeps in touch,
That's why she shies away from human affection"
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him,
She's saying
I would fly to the moon & back if you'll be, if you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby?
She can't remember a time when she felt needed
If love was red then she was colorblind
All her friends, they've been trialed for treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying, "Love is like a barren place,
And reaching out for human faith is
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for"
So baby's gonna take a dive and push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars
(What a pleasant dream)