It makes me ill, I don't wanna know about it
You keep your thrills, I walk the dog and forget about it
I like it here, feet firmly on the ground
So I steer clear when telescopes are around
Space is way too big
Rocket ships and drones make me feel sick
I don't want to know about Goldilocks zones or
Dying black holes where you never grow old
God, I hate the cosmos
It makes me sick, I don't wanna talk about it
It gives me chills, just do the weekly shop and drop it
It freaks me out, stop staring at the sky
If I'm so small, why bother asking, "Why?"
Space is way too big
Rocket ships and drones make me feel shit
I don't want to know about rovers on their own
Just tryin' to find a home, 'cause we sent them all alone
God, I hate the cosmos
There are a lot of things about the universe
That I find almost impossible to imagine
Like actually impossible to imagine
One, just the size and scale of it
The atoms of Jupiter or something like that
So, at the moment we are alone
Space is way too big
Rocket ships and drones make me feel sick
I don't want to know about Goldilocks zones or
Dying black holes where you never grow old
God, I hate the cosmos
