Space bound

Caution: Sweary words.



I have this stuck on earworm to the max.

This bit:
I'm a space-bound rocketship and your heart's the moon
And I'm aimin' right at you
Right at you
250, 000 miles and a clear night in June
And I'm so lost without you

without you
without you

Of course rockets have several possible uses. Exploration. The furthering of man's scientific knowledge. Or blowing things up. The Ronny Raygun solution.

Methinks next stained glass project has to be a rocket. It's like a message, or something.