We were young and stable
But not your average cosmonauts.
You expected all our gifts, but I would never gift a plot.
If I'd been calmer, would you keep me as your claim?
How could I know, How could I know, How could I know,
This would play out the cliché way
Oh! How could I know!
This would go!
And play out the cliché way
Dreams the size of comets
Spiraled all around our ship
In the silence, sore from smiling
We forced a steady clip.
I'm not a martyr. I can speak up when I am told.
How could I know, How could I know, How could I know,
This would play out the cliché way
Oh! How could I know!
This would go!
And play out the cliché way