Shove all our stuff into the suitcase,
Bundle these boxes carefully at pace.
'Cause this morning our mission to outer space
Will leave about a quarter to nine.
Fill all our shelves with dreams and romance
Pour only love on blooming pot plants
'Cause this morning our mission to outer space
Is going absolutely bloody fine.
Give blood,
I do.
'Cause in the morning I miss you,
But it's ok, 'cause now I know you're absolutely mine.
