I'm coming in in all the little pieces I found
And come along and check the fear
Crackle on a high wire
And chucking on the wrong frequency
You can feel the static
My head boils in front of me
From space with love
Make my religion more religious than pain
Well cover me, my hands are blue
You gotta greet me
You gotta feel the same way
Spread it all around
Fill it up and break it in
From Space with love
Writer(s): James Charles G. Reid, Matthew Richard C. Thomas
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