I was lonely, lost, outcast in an unfamiliar climate zone
With a Boss distortion pedal and a faulty eighties Casiotone
You could be my dish and I could be your spoon
We'll relocate and live together on the moon
I was like a starving fox resigned to feeding off the scraps
You helped me negotiate a maze of heedless booby traps
On a diet of affectionate ideals
And a vat of dehydrated ready meals
Sinking oh so quick, I was weighed down by an ocean's worth of trouble
You provided oxygen inside an underwater bubble
Slowly helped to navigate a better route
Now our costume is a zero-pressure suit
