Science
Mark Cresswell, Tanita Tikaram
If we could talk all night
I could tell you what I need
It's a stationary place
Where I'm moving endlessly
If we could talk all night
I could really turn you loose
There's a blemish in the sky
That I'm always falling through
It's the science
That kills me
You can take the heat
Of a visionary girl
Throwing paper planes
Through the newness of this world
I know I seem so weak
Look around me
It's the science
That kills me
That kills me
We are on the Earth
And turning recklessly
I never felt so free
It's the science
That kills me
Science
That kills me
