16 Down - Out of orbit

It’s draggin’ me on, my mind and soultrip
Right in front of me a face I know
It still cries
Into jupiter’s womb i crashed
Out of orbit
As I’m here in this room
I think I’m seeing shades
Goin’ into the light
You say that I’m wrong
But that sounds too dramatic
And if I was King Kong
Yeah, she’d at least try
Even this time

I’m out of orbit
I wouldn’t mind a long hot summer
I’m not elastic
No not a machine head