Bjrk — The Comet Song

[Verse 1] With our fingers, we make million holes We run and we fall into potholes On a mission to savor the world, oh! We peek at the sky through tree holes [Chorus] Comet! Oh, damn it! The comet comes hurtling down On a precious plot of earth [Verse 2] Like the bugs in mother's flower bed We walk on long legs over the sea bed On our mission to save the world, oh! We need milk and cakes and a warm bed [Chorus] The comet! Oh, damn it! The comet comes hurtling down On a precious plot of earth [Outro] Grey leaves are too much For any mother to handle A father must pull His black hat down over the eyes