Lyrics The Comet Song - Björk
With
our
fingers
we
make
million
holes
We
run
and
we
fall
into
pot
holes
On
a
mission
to
save
the
world,
oh!
We
peek
at
the
sky
through
tree
holes
Comet!
Oh,
damn
it!
The
comet
comes
hurtling
down
On
a
precious
plot
of
Earth
Like
the
bugs
in
mother's
flower
bed
We
walk
on
long
legs
over
the
sea
bed
On
our
mission
to
save
the
world,
oh!
We
need
milk
and
cakes
and
a
warm
bed
Comet!
Oh,
damn
it!
The
comet
comes
hurtling
down
On
a
precious
plot
of
Earth
Grey
leaves
are
too
much
For
any
mother
to
handle
A
father
must
pull
His
black
hat
down
over
the
eyes
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