Forever Hurtling Towards Andromedia
You said love nothing
And nothing that you love can be used against you
But if you're trying to save me
Then you'll have to try harder
If you're trying to save me
Then you'll have to try harder
The sound is an infinite saint
That brings me to its knees
To find my way through space
Hurtling like a comet
To find my way through space
If you're trying to save me
Then you'll have to try harder
If you're trying to save me
Then you will have to try
To find my way through space
Hurtling like a comet
To find my way through space
Hey, you’ve fallen on your dreams
They’re running like a river
And sounding like a stream
We save for opposite ears, yeah
It doesn't matter what we say
It doesn't matter what we say
What has to, does
We need to be used
Quickly, much to let through
To what extent
Are we kidding?
Does
What has to, does
What has to, does
What has to, does
What has to, does
Writer/s: JEFF ALAN HICKEY, CORY BRANDAN PUTMAN