Looking For Astronauts
- The National (2005)You are listening to the song Looking For Astronauts by The National, writer by Richard Ashcroft;Simon Jones;Peter Salisbury;Nick McCabe in album Alligator. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts.
It's a little too late, too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
Little too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
You know you have a permanent piece
Of my medium-sized American heart.
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts.
Are we gone?
Come on, yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone.
Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window your record collection
They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for and something to hunt.
Are we gone?
Come on, yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone.
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts.
It's a little too late, too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
Little too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?
You know you have a permanent piece
Of my medium-sized American heart
So don't wear the watch when you're out with the cunts
You can break what you have, but the rest of it's mine.
Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window your record collection
They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for, and something to hunt.
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