You went up, so bright Tom
Thought my love was rocketing you along
When you [bad word] back, and [bad word] back
My nova heart collapsed to a black, black hole

Floating on sine waves in inner space
Awaiting a signal of grace
From ground control, to lost control
Ballet to battle, halo to hole

You were so far gone
Right was wrong, up was down
By going still further on
You hoped [bad word] around
It was light years long
Dear husband Tom
At last back [bad word] Yet still, you're gone

Floating on sine waves in inner space
Awaiting a signal of grace
From ground control, to lost control
Ballet to battle, halo to hole

I watched the skies, for all that time
And now your asteroid eyes
Say you were never mine
Never mine, never mine
Never, never mine

Floating on sine waves in inner space
Awaiting a signal of grace
From ground control, to lost control
Ballet to battle, halo to hole

You didn't burn up
My Major Tom
You just burnt out
You just burnt out