Conveyor - Reach lyrics

So when I was leaving I was left Whichin' through the thinkins in my head All of yours and all of them divine The sulfur in your nose and all the thrill of being out of ...reach... ...reach... ...reach... ...reach... So when I was leaving you were right Never not for meeting for a ride Of bluish days on cider syrup highs Apple seeds and sighing cyan sky Were out of ...reach... ...reach... ...reach... ...reach...