I'm close by, I'm far gone.
I don't feel right, I don't feel wrong.
The next day, the last night.
I'm making it work, I'm taking you home.
(Low high)
It's coming,
I felt it packing bags in the dawn,
and how we just got on.
My bare rock, and wildfire
I'm gripping too tight, impermanent sigh.
My mirror is a stranger,
I'm welded inside, I'm locked in my eyes.
The tree still nods, the moon still shines,
the body moves on to the whisper inside.
A voice says "I'll cry too",
If all follows through, then i'm losing you.
The next day, the last night,
I'm making it work, i'm seeing you soon.