Usually he's asking himself,
may I reach it if I propose?
If he could stay not for a while.
There's no room for doubt.
Connecting the dots,
he saw too much.
It's our worst story tale,
It's the kind of island is in his thoughts.
Look up for some star pointing north.
There's no such thing, unfortunately.
There's no room for doubt.
Connecting the dots,
he saw too much,
our favorite regret.
He'd rather try bringing the moon here
than let it spinning.
It's our favorite regret.
Connecting the dots,
he saw too much,
it's our worst story tale.
Connecting the dots,
he saw too much,
it's our favorite regret.