We are flying through the universe

hand in hand

we don’t need ground control

or oxygen or rocket motors

we’re quite high enough

hand in hand

 

It might be love

It might be dope or the little white pill I took

It doesn’t really matter much

You’re a crazy wild eyed woman

And I love it when you loop the loop

Flying through the universe

With your hair a mess

And your arms in the air

Look you’re Wonder Woman or Super Girl

or is it Wonder Girl and Super Glue?

I don’t care

I’m crazy drugged-up and stuck with you.

 

(Who? Who? Who are you?

Did I meet you in a club?)

 

I’ll see you on the other side of Mars

legs akimbo, arse in the air

wild space flowers growing in your hair

I am Venus, I am Jupiter, I am the red planet covered in blood

I am running rings around Saturn

I pocketed the Earth and here’s Neptune  in my hand

I stole it for you and look –

close to it’s only stone

so wear it round your neck.

 

(break neck, break neck, break-neck speed

- that may be what we took).