Felicette

You turned into gold
In October '63
Leave your earthly self and visions
By the door
Being launched into space
I can only imagine
The fear that reached your young
And most fragile form
Morally ambiguous
Scientific reasons
Will bring about the end of our egocentric youth

And after all the things you said
And all the places you went
You think you're
Better off
Better off
Better off
than me

And oh my darling, Felicette
It doesn't matter
Because you're dead
You think you're
Better off
Better off
Better off
than me

Like a burned out star
You won't get us far
Won't ignore their greed
Disregard our needs
With my thoughts all strewn
Rather me than you
When they find me
Don't hesitate to take me home

And after all the things you said
And all the places you went
You think your
Better off
Better off
Better off
Than me

And oh my darling, Felicette
It doesn't matter
Because your dead
You think you're
Better off
Better off
Better off
Than me