She was on her way home, he was lying in wait
Insistance from others had never led her astray
She had a good day
Was persuaded by summer air to walk instead of getting the train
A decision so innocent, as innocent as she
Uncorrupted so innocent and sweet
An innocence interrupted by an incident
A dissonance, two people so different in belief
She came from the depths and ascended
Bumped into he who demented
Intent on inflicting the same pain that been led
The decision made by he, for she had never consented
An unprovoked and most venomous attack
He took from her that which she can't get back
And left her with that that she can't get rid of
Which is why whenever it's time for lift out
She
She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon
Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon
Dear God, I hope you haven't forgot
This young brave astronaut
A habit she never wanted
A pain she needed numbing
And she'd rather feel nothing than the pain
An evening she can't forget
Memories she can't stomach
Not for nothing but a needle in her vein
Friends she ignored till the phone stopped ringing
Till her door stopped knocking
Her door she only opens to let him in
But she has no money so she lets him come
You can take that either way
A window she rarely opens so she can see the day
Her stove she only uses to heat her spoon
For her the only way she can reach the moon
She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon
Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon
Dear God, I hope you haven't forgot
This young brave astronaut
Looking up, looking up, looking up for the young brave astronaut
Give it up, give it up, give it up for the young brave astronaut
I know that you're busy but any time you got
God please make a visit
To the young, to the young, to the young
To the young brave astronaut
She opens the window for a glimpse out
And heats a spoon over the stove
Feels a familiar sting and then slips out
With a window that isn't quite closed
With the window open and the stove still lit
Along with the rain came a gust of wind
Which blew the fire out
Gas still running and her still breathing the gas in
She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon
Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon
Dear God, I hope you haven't forgot
This young brave astronaut
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