Bjork - The Comet Song Lyrics
With our fingers we make million holesWe run and we fall into pot holeson a mission to savor the world, oh!We peek at the sky through tree holesComet - oh damn it!The comet comes hurtling downOn a precious plot of earthLike the bugs in mother's flower bedWe walk on long legs over the sea bedOn our mission to save the world, oh!We need milk and cakes and a warm bedComet - oh damn it!The comet comes hurtling downOn a precious plot of earthGrey leaves are too muchfor any mother to handleA father must pullhis black hat down over the eyes