The title track of Jets to Brazil's third LP, Perfecting Loneliness, released in 2002.
The lyrics are as follows:

I'm in a long list with no time
Sunset panic on the street
Sugar and lightbulbs
The milk of kindness is behind us now
With all those stones in your coat
Did you think they wouldn't know

The tea leaves of trashed sheets
Dirty needles and sweets
Zero to heaven in seven
A lifetime
A nanosecond
All the sand in your glass
Is going by so fast

The radio is playing our tune
I love it could you turn it down
The thought of you crying in my room
I miss you could you come around

When the night comes down
The world becomes a room
Under the microscope
With a lab coat and glue

I'm fixing this hole
With every thing I knew

The music is making my head split
I love it could you turn it off
The thought of you is tearing me in two
I miss you could you come around

This list is what went right
Your name is listed twice
We live like astronaughts
And our missions never cross
The stakes are high
And we're standing by

There used to be a hundred ways to put my arms around you
Every one seemed new
Natural and true
Perfecting loneliness
Til nothing's holding us
Consider earth
We could be the first

(the song finishes with samples taken from Apollo moon mission radio communications)

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