BriBry - Astronauts

Are you sick of all this change?
In a century that keeps feet so firmly off the ground,
You can't stand this place.

Well, I'm with you 'till the end,
So let us both go to outer space.
With nothing but pens and one will say,
"When we come back..."

Sleepy thoughts, seeing us as astronauts,
But in your passenger seat I feel limitless.
Success in the end, it all depends,
On whether you're still my oldest friend.

On the days you're suffering,
Then the world is on my shoulders too.
And if you ever died,
I'd question going on without you.

Would I make it to the end?
Would I bother going to outer space,
With nothing but a broken mind to keep me straight.
And would I come back?

Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts,
But in your passenger seat I feel limitless.
Happiness in the end, it all depends,
On whether you’re still my oldest friend.

Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts,
But in your passenger seat I feel limitless.
Success in the end, it all depends,
On whether you’re still,

On whether you’re still,
On whether you’re still my oldest friend.