“The Comet Song”
We run and we fall into potholes
On a mission to savor 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
The 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
About Björk Lyrics
Artist: Björk
Related songs: Sweet Intuition Lyrics
Born: November 21, 1965 (age 57 years), Reykjavík, Iceland
Grandparents: Gunnar Guðmundsson, Hallfríður Guðmundsdóttir
Songwriting partners: Arca, Lars von Trier, Þór Eldon, Travis Scott, MORE
Awards: MTV Video Music Award for Best Choreography, MORE
Nominations: Academy Award for Best Music (Original Song), MORE