Alien hostess Be honest No-one is happy in space Things are awkward Things are awkward Things are disappearing Father of brothers Be honest No-one can tell them apart Things are awkward Things are awkward Things are making sense And then suddenly the sun stirs itself from it's slow sleep to push through the clouds And a single ray of gilded light falls down upon a spot of earth just beyond the clearing And all of our mistakes become places we've left behind And all of our worries, times since tamed [4x] Yeah, I'm down on my knees begging for scraps or the skin from your lips I am using my tongue to chase off the flies from the balls of your feet /Flies from the balls of your feet/ It's the same thing over and over and over and over, the cla**ic tale of love: Boy meets girl, ignores girl, k**s girl in tragic accident, Is haunted by girl in woodland vista nightmares Or perhaps... it's just the blood talking