A new song about being trapped on a space station, dreaming of rnb parties from your childhood.

They condensed the fruit, vacuum-packed to boot. Suck at it with a straw, until it tastes like fruit no more. Over and over I prayed for something freshly made. We could sit at a restaurant and have anything that we want.

A bounce from wall to wall because there's no down at all so strap me down to a chair in dull recycled air. I know that it sounds weird, but my only friend's my beard, because I can't even cut my hair, and there is only black out there.

Rock and blank, rock and blank, rock and...

Let's dance and hold hands like I'd never taken to the stars. Touch my skin and I'll touch your skin and we can smile like teenagers. Talk how I'd vow to turn down the chance of a life time. Hold me close, please, hold me close and stop the background from fading out.

Your eyes (to my surprise), they darken and start to disappear. Love me now, please, love me now before now turns back into that ship. We go solo and fall down in a summer breeze. Birds are round, yeah, birds are round- they dance above our heads in the trees.

Press a button. Sleep. Pressing a button. Sleep. Hear the computer beeping then I go back to sleeping. Oh, I'd cut off my hand for a day trip back to land. Take me down to beaches and bury me deep in sand. Tether me to the hills. Glue me down to rock. Put me in a dark room and give the room a lock. Anything, anything, please! To keep me on the ground. Fill my mouth with flavours and cover my head with sight and sound.

Rock and blank, rock and blank, rock and...