Above the atmosphere, beyond the clouds Sits an empire made of cotton candy and dreams Revolving around the Earth, disappearing every 28th
And it was there we were born, We were raised as sisters, no doubt Trained on hopes and shooting stars And it was there we looked from, Yearning for the vibrant stars twinkling On the Earth we gazed upon
When we first grazed our naked toes against the dirt I was looking up, afraid that home was too far now But looking back down at your dirtied heels I found A laugh was floating up though my throat and out
We're quite strange, aren't we? Having never quite fit the definition of "Normal", but rather, "Crazy" Surely, we're both aliens from outer space The moonbabes of this era
I was having a conversation with a friend of mine, and we came to the conclusion that since we were so strange, we were obviously aliens from the moon. We're moonbabes.