The Juan MacLean Follow

Space

Is the place

Where nothing ever changes

And you can't find a trace

Of fallout

From a heartbreak

Disconnect from human interface

Can you feel it

All the downside

Of living with a memory

Dying in the sky

It's too late, late, late

Don't play your games here anymore

because heaven knows what heavens know

and you've got nowhere left to go

You take, take, take

I won't take games from you no more

because heaven knows what the heavens know

and i've got nothing left to show you

Stars

From afar

Glimmer like a promise

Made to light the dark

Of isolation

Left in wonder

While living off distant mem'ries of the heart

But the mem'ries

Like the promise

Faded into darkness

Withered in the night

It's too late, late, late

Don't play your games here anymore

because heaven knows what heavens know

and you've got nowhere left to go

You take, take, take

I won't take games from you no more

because heaven knows what the heavens know

and i've got nothing left to show you

Flights

In the night

If nothing better happens

Could we find a place

To hideout

From a half-life

Celestial bodies burning out of sight

If we make it

On the far side

Never live asunder

Never recognize

It's too late, late, late

Don't play your games here anymore

because heaven knows what heavens know

and you've got nowhere left to go

You take, take, take

I won't take games from you no more

because heaven knows what the heavens know

and i've got nothing left to show you