Quasar
As the meteor flies
Ice forming in outer space
In this constellation nation
Puts a smile upon your face
You leave a vapor trail
I can find you inside the cloud
On my hands and knees
Beg and crawl around
Think about all the good times baby think about all the times we had
Think about what you mean to me and think about the days you were bad
So now you walk away
Take your keys and head to the door
Wet pavement and sidewalks
You walk the runway
You are the brightest star
You are quasar
Autor(es): Bob Mould
