An inch ahead of the event horizon
Your pupils pinpoints and mine gigantic
I watch the wind in distant trees
(Can we shut the lights, please)
The possibilities in standard tuning
Hands have X's, I'm visibly trashed
Streetlights flicker on as we pa** them
You light a Salem you stole from your aunt
And you're just so handsome
That I have to laugh when
You say the same blood runs through us
Me, though, I maintain that I'm different
Years pa**ed and I wish I could show you
And I wish that I told you
Eleven months and not a word from you
But then, out of the Long Dark Blue
Like a busted dealer
Like a son or daughter
You hit the showers
And I feel so old when
You say the same blood runs through us
Me, though, I maintain that I'm different
Years pa** and I wish I could show you
And I wish that I told you
You say "gravitational waves move through me"
You sound sedated
I ask you what happened
Years pa**ed and I wish I could show you
Wish I could hold you