I'm watching the skies fill up.
I'm losing the signal.
You lose a lot of things to distance and time, but some things are always mine.
Some things are always mine.
We belong here.
It's as clear as the lakes we're pulled from.
I've been walking around with your memory because I don't know what else to do lately.
I don't know what else to do lately.
I heard the towns, come crackling by in an endless night.
I'm watching the sky retreat.
Cleveland is fading, so many miles to beat.
I can relate to the gatekeepers in space.
But some of them will always hate.
Some of them will seal your fate.
But we belong here.
Clear as the lake we're pulled from.
I was walking away from your memory, but I don't know where else to go lately.
I don't know which way to go lately.
I'm looking for something to show me.
I heard a voice go steaming by in a language I can't even try to decode a line.
I look to the crowded sky.