Nd the girls don't want the boys to say they/re pretty
So the boys are scared to go out in the city
Words like beautiful and hot are now so ugly
A simple brush past can be threatening and scarey
But I like your hair and the way you talk and the colour of your eyes
So when I fall 1000 miles, no one cares, no one looks, to the skies
Is there life on earth, is there hope on stars
Is there life on earth can we right those hours
Are we lost in space, are we meant to fly
Is there life on earth while the flowers die
And the girls don't need to make themselves look pretty
Cause the boys just turn away and nod with pity
Separate cars and separate bars and no more dances
The end of comedy, the end of chance romances
Cause I like your hair can we talk a while can I look into your eyes
Is it wrong to say those simple words, man is the creator of his demise
Is there life on earth, is there hope on stars
Is there life on earth can we right those hours
Are we lost in space, are we meant to fly
Is there life on earth while the flowers die