You couldn't make our wedding day Too sick to travel You fell between a friend And a father
I owe you dinner, man I owe you something You talk to me Like I was inside We were just waking up For a moment Interrupt
I meant to get to you On the turning Things sneak up on me Like a landslide comes
Been saving e-mail trails Kept together I read them back sometimes To remember The time I wrote to you From the island Your quick replies Made me high Where have you been? In the room So I stopped turning up My hands kept pushing down In my pockets I'm bad with people things But I should have tried more
Been watching images From the station Earth one from satellites All streaming Feels slow at seventeen thousand miles an hour You could be anywhere On the black screen On the black screen On the black screen On the black screen On the black screen
