Foreign Age - Urban Spaceman

I'm floating around on a cloud
Made of cigarette smoke
Like an urban spaceman
And he's falling for you
Are you his catch-22?
I don't know what you want with me
But you'll become what you'll become
Playing old or playing young
We're just people trying to be someone
Without the job that we hate
Or the life that makes us wait
For the person that doesn't love you too
Find me a god that wants to cry
Find me a reason for this life
The white room is waiting
Don't be my ego masseuse
Just try to manicure my mind
With your imperfect forms of affection
Relax the noise of this life and make this feel alright
Count me back down from ten and I'll be fine
'Cause I'm an urban spaceman
Looking for real love
Trying to find what he's trying to find
Stuck in a nightmare of daydreams
Lifetime of maybes
Waiting for an answer to appear
'Cause I'm an urban spaceman
Looking for real love
Trying to find what he's trying to find
Stuck in a nightmare of daydreams
Lifetime of maybes
Waiting for an answer to appear
Waiting for an answer to appear
Waiting for an answer to appear

Written by:
Max Sullivan

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