Songtext von Space Instead

California's gone by now Venice Beach, it ripped at the seams, now it's all torn down Deep blue Long Island sound They painted my old house yellow, but I prefer brown So much for this town I wanna pack my things and go You won't even notice If I'm here anymore Will people ever make sense And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand? So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend But I'm in space instead La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la La-la-la Will people ever make sense And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand? So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend That I'm in space instead There was someone who was broken