Brian Cox

It makes me ill, I don't wanna know about it You keep your thrills, I walk the dog and forget about it I like it here, feet firmly on the ground So I steer clear when telescopes are around Space is way too big Rocket ships and drones make me feel sick I don't want to know about Goldilocks zones or Dying black holes where you never grow old God, I hate the cosmos It makes me sick, I don't wanna talk about it It gives me chills, just do the weekly shop and drop it It freaks me out, stop staring at the sky If I'm so small, why bother asking, "Why?" Space is way too big Rocket ships and drones make me feel shit I don't want to know about rovers on their own Just tryin' to find a home, 'cause we sent them all alone God, I hate the cosmos There are a lot of things about the universe That I find almost impossible to imagine Like actually impossible to imagine One, just the size and scale of it The atoms of Jupiter or something like that So, at the moment we are alone Space is way too big Rocket ships and drones make me feel sick I don't want to know about Goldilocks zones or Dying black holes where you never grow old God, I hate the cosmos