Five, four, three, two, one,
it’s blast off in my armchair,
but there’s no lift off.
My coffee tastes nice,
and I drunk it more than twice,
but it’s empty now.
The midnight’s coming,
and I can feel its pulling,
calling me to bed.
As complex as simple is.
Five, four, three, two, one,
it’s blast off in my armchair,
but there’s no lift off.
My coffee tastes nice,
and I drunk it more than twice,
but it’s empty now.
The midnight’s coming,
and I can feel its pulling,
calling me to bed.