You are the crowded streets that I walk in
you are the late night calls on my phone
you are the patterned sheets that I sleep in
you are the evening strolls on my own
and for a long time you were my frind
and swore you would, swore you'd be to the end
but now it seems like Mr and Miss Understood
They never did understand

That it's a long way
From Venus back to everyday
Such a long way
if all they get is little space

You're smilin' though your heart is really aching
and you're aching through a really good time
you're dreaming through the days of awakening

and you're diggin' deep in dug-out mines
well for a long time I trhought your pains and worries were
just occasional blues
But although this case got worse and became hard
to make it work out with you

It's a long way
from Venus back to everyday
such a long way
if all we get is little space

But I've tried, for sure I've tried to work this out
to wash this out of my brain
but it seems like I always will
have to pay those precious bills
when debt is all the remains
of our love