| Song | Space Monkey |
| Artist | Anya Marina |
| Album | Miss Halfway |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve been on the ground, feet slowly draggin’ | |
| I’ve been on a bender for weeks but it feels like I’m on the wagon | |
| You’re out of range, high in the atmosphere | |
| Cell phone’s all but blown and it sounds like you gotta gotta get outta there | |
| Houston, there’s trouble here | |
| I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you | |
| And just as I say the word 'impossible', | |
| They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon | |
| Not keeping track but the phone rang two days ago | |
| My face is a map and the tears indicate I’ve got a ways to go | |
| Houston, there’s trouble here | |
| I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you | |
| And just as I say the word 'unbearable', | |
| They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon | |
| "Are you happy or sad… or just pms-ing?" | |
| I know what he wants in his nonchalance…I know it’s pressing. | |
| Houston, I’m begging you... | |
| To give a shout out to all the peeps in the posse, yo | |
| O.K., for real: Could you relay a message fast | |
| To the astronaut who wanted to know? | |
| Yes, I do, I do believe in the sun | |
| And I do, I do concede there is one | |
| And you… do you believe in the one | |
| Do you, do you do you believe...? |
| I' ve been on the ground, feet slowly draggin' | |
| I' ve been on a bender for weeks but it feels like I' m on the wagon | |
| You' re out of range, high in the atmosphere | |
| Cell phone' s all but blown and it sounds like you gotta gotta get outta there | |
| Houston, there' s trouble here | |
| I' m out of reach, out of love, and I' m mostly out of you | |
| And just as I say the word ' impossible', | |
| They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon | |
| Not keeping track but the phone rang two days ago | |
| My face is a map and the tears indicate I' ve got a ways to go | |
| Houston, there' s trouble here | |
| I' m out of reach, out of love, and I' m mostly out of you | |
| And just as I say the word ' unbearable', | |
| They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon | |
| " Are you happy or sad or just pmsing?" | |
| I know what he wants in his nonchalance I know it' s pressing. | |
| Houston, I' m begging you... | |
| To give a shout out to all the peeps in the posse, yo | |
| O. K., for real: Could you relay a message fast | |
| To the astronaut who wanted to know? | |
| Yes, I do, I do believe in the sun | |
| And I do, I do concede there is one | |
| And you do you believe in the one | |
| Do you, do you do you believe...? |
| I' ve been on the ground, feet slowly draggin' | |
| I' ve been on a bender for weeks but it feels like I' m on the wagon | |
| You' re out of range, high in the atmosphere | |
| Cell phone' s all but blown and it sounds like you gotta gotta get outta there | |
| Houston, there' s trouble here | |
| I' m out of reach, out of love, and I' m mostly out of you | |
| And just as I say the word ' impossible', | |
| They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon | |
| Not keeping track but the phone rang two days ago | |
| My face is a map and the tears indicate I' ve got a ways to go | |
| Houston, there' s trouble here | |
| I' m out of reach, out of love, and I' m mostly out of you | |
| And just as I say the word ' unbearable', | |
| They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon | |
| " Are you happy or sad or just pmsing?" | |
| I know what he wants in his nonchalance I know it' s pressing. | |
| Houston, I' m begging you... | |
| To give a shout out to all the peeps in the posse, yo | |
| O. K., for real: Could you relay a message fast | |
| To the astronaut who wanted to know? | |
| Yes, I do, I do believe in the sun | |
| And I do, I do concede there is one | |
| And you do you believe in the one | |
| Do you, do you do you believe...? |