| I’ve got these mountains in the way |
| And I ask myself: 'Is this real?' |
| See pretty petals in the wind |
| But the ground in splits in between |
| No I just can’t seem to shake it so it stayed froze |
| So beautifully destructive but my thresholds getting lower |
| Getting lower |
| I don’t know how much I can take it from a distance |
| Been contemplating sending out a message crossing over |
| Crossing over |
| So you would find me |
| It’s got a technicoloured phase |
| Only our side of it clears |
| The suns the echo in my sleep |
| Dreaming of the sound of your kiss |
| No I just can’t seem to shake it so it stayed froze |
| So beautifully destructive but my thresholds getting lower |
| Getting lower |
| I don’t know how much I can take it from a distance |
| Been contemplating sending out a message crossing over |
| Crossing over |
| So you would find me |
| We could build a bridge, be together |
| I know how that is meant to be |
| I’m giving it a few months, self time off |
| 'Cause watching from afars too much |
| And we could build a bridge, be together |
| I know how that is meant to be |
| I’m giving it a few months, self time off |
| 'Cause watching from afars too much |