Texty: Prince. Come. Space.

Space

I've never been one to hide my feelings
Baby, you blow my mind
I painted your face upon my ceiling
I stare at it all the time

I imagine myself inside your bedroom
Oh, I imagine myself in your sky
You, you're the reason there's bass in my boom
Oh you, you're the reason I'm high

If you and I were just ten feet closer
Then I'd make you understand
Everything I wanna do to your body, baby
I would do to your head

Then you'd be hip to the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get to the space

The space
The space
The space

Don't you want to go?
The space
Where the souls go
The space

Where the tears flow
The space
Where the love grows
Do you want to go?

I never been one for this thing obsession
But just keep your eye on my hips
The circles they may be my confession
Just say the word and I'll strip

I've had dreams of us cuddling on the Planet Mars
Then when I wake up, I'm all covered in sex
With eyes that fall somewhere between rubies and stars
Don't look at me baby or I'll flex

If you and I were just ten feet closer
Then I'd make you understand
That everything I wanna do to your body, baby
I would do to your head

Then you'd be hip to the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get to the space

The space
Go
The space
Flow

The space
Grow
Do you want to go?
The space

Where the souls go
The space
Where the tears flow
The space
Where the love grows
Do you want to go?

Bass

The space, the space, the space
The space, the space, the space
Closer we get to the space
The space, the space, the space, the space