when we sat in evenings | |
counting up the seconds | |
between the thunder and the lightning | |
trying to find the distance | |
the space between what we feel | |
and what we see | |
like the distance coming between you and me | |
so don't be long | |
don't be long | |
all we murder and confetti | |
our science in the holy ghost | |
the space between is spread and getting strong | |
distance only grows so don't be long | |
so don't be long | |
don't be long |