Kiss me on a Thursday, every Friday I will rocket through the void, love destroyed
Lock me in a closet 'til the moment is determined to be right, spend the night
Stung by your rejection, I will leap into the nearest solar flame, who's to blame

Life's too bloody short to wear our inhibitions on our sleeve
It makes me grieve just knowing I might waste my precious time with cheerless rhyme

My seed will fall like raindrops in a selfless act of tribute just for you, just for you
Squeamish, weak and heartsick, my morale is running lower than the fuel, life is cruel
Home is where the heart is, so with blind emotions, how will I find Earth, what's it worth

Life's too bloody dull for speaking softly, carrying a stick
It makes me sick just knowing I might lose a friend

You beg and borrow, flirt and tease
Our minds are blown by cosmic breeze
We'll never sail the seven seas
In wooden ships or rowboats made for two

All communication's dead
The panel lights are glowing red
While we amuse ourselves in bed
With passing thoughts of animal desire

Interference halted, you were finally just a heartbeat from my hand, in demand
Every stroke was perfect, with a passion most impossible to fake for my sake
Why the sudden death, did futile visions take their toll upon your eyes, no surprise

Life's too bloody hard to just fantasize 'bout fun we could have had
It makes me sad to just fantasize 'bout fun we could have had