She was on her way home he was lying away, 
Assistance from others had never led her astray, 
She had a good day, 
Was persuaded by summer air to walk instead of getting the train, 
The decision so innocent as innocent as she,  [bad word] so innocent and sweet
An innocence [bad word] by an incident
dissonance in two people so different in belief
She came from the depths and ascend, bumped into he who dement, 
Intent on inflicting the same pain that been led
The decision made by he for she had never consented.
And unprovoked the most vemonous attack, 
He took from her that which she can't get back, 
And left her with that that she can't get rid of
Which is why whenever it's time for lift out

She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon, 
Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon, 
Dear god, I hope you haven't forgot
This young brave astronaut

habit she never wanted, 
pain she needed numbing, 
And she'd rather feel nothing than the pain
An evening she can't forget, 
Memories she can't stomach
Not for nothing but I need a inner vain
Friends she ignored till the phone stopped ringing, 
Till her door stopped knocking, 
Her door she only opens to let him in, 
But she has no money so she lets [bad word] 
You can take that either away
window she rarely opens so she can see the day, 
Her stove she only uses to heat her spoon, 
For her the only way she can reach the moon.

She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon, 
Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon, 
Dear god, I hope you haven't forgot
This young brave astronaut
Looking up, looking up, looking up for the young brave astronaut
Give it up, give it up, give it up for the young brave astronaut
I know that you're busy but any time you got, 
God please make a visit, 
To the young, to the young, to the young, 
To the young brave astronaut

She opens the window for a glimpse out
And heats a spoon over the stove
Feels a familiar sting and then slips out
With a window that isn't quite closed
With the window open and the stove still lit, 
Along with the rain came a gust of wind, 
Which blew the fire out, 
Gas [bad word] and her still breathing the gas in.

She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon, 
Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon, 
Dear god, I hope you haven't forgot
This young brave astronaut