The era of love letters is gone
I only wait for you to charge up your phone
Longing is real, a chance to feel real love
How do you feel? I got nothing to complain of
What about the fact, the fact that you are further from me
Than you ever have been?
What about the light that has bend
Around this hole, this hole inside me?
Your hotspur flies across my skies
You're not there
Orbital plain incalculably wide
We are the same but on different sides
Celestial groove so vigorously
You howl at the moon a whole year before me
What about the fact, the fact that you are further from me
Than you ever have been?
What about the light that has to bend
Around this hole in my chest cavity?
Your hotspur flies; my larkspur dies
You're not there
What am I, practically, to do about your blues
When I'm just a face in the corner of your bathroom?
Well, I appreciate that it couldn't have been anyone else
But those colonial heathens better take care of themselves
I only wait for you to charge up your phone
Longing is real, a chance to feel real love
How do you feel? I got nothing to complain of
What about the fact, the fact that you are further from me
Than you ever have been?
What about the light that has bend
Around this hole, this hole inside me?
Your hotspur flies across my skies
You're not there
Orbital plain incalculably wide
We are the same but on different sides
Celestial groove so vigorously
You howl at the moon a whole year before me
What about the fact, the fact that you are further from me
Than you ever have been?
What about the light that has to bend
Around this hole in my chest cavity?
Your hotspur flies; my larkspur dies
You're not there
What am I, practically, to do about your blues
When I'm just a face in the corner of your bathroom?
Well, I appreciate that it couldn't have been anyone else
But those colonial heathens better take care of themselves
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