The Comet Song by Bjork
The Comet Song lyrics
With our fingers we make million holes
We ran and we fell into potholes
On a mission to savor the world
Aahhiahh� We peek at the sky through tree holes
Comet! Oh, damn it! The Comet comes hurtling down
On our precious plot of earth.
Like the bugs in Mother�s flower bed
We walk on long legs over the seabed
On our mission to save the world.
Aahhiahh�We need milk and cakes and a warm bed.
Comet! Oh, damn it! The Comet comes hurtling down
On our precious plot of earth.
Grey leaves are too much for any mother to handle.
A father must pull his black hat down over the eyes.
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