Try and reach, almost there, but oh they fail, the hands don’t hold.
You never got it, did you? Fingers touch, but hands don’t hold.
Almost, remember? I predicted it all.
You’re scaring me, I’ll open my wings and fly away. Yes I have wings, you said it, mf.
So stop staring,
close your eyes,
Close them lightly darling,
Close your beautiful big brown eyes.
We’re in Spain,
stars, not planes, above our heads,
And we’re (almost) in love.
But the clock is loud now
Open your eyes,
I am still here.
But you start lying
I start flying(crying?)
This time away,
and no turning back.
I made a vow to myself, when you left
(Yes, it was you the one that left)
I said never again.
I have to tell you,
The vow I made.
I’m reaching for the center of the earth, and you’re reaching for the moon.
Just like Forrest and Jenny, aren’t we?
How pathetic, an idiot and a bird.
What could possibly go right?
Thank the heavens, I don’t get to see you very often lately
If I did, I’d find a million things that could go right
I’d try to reach again, even if it’s only the fingers I’ll touch.
It’s called self-deception, you know you’ve done it too.
Yet still, we return
Like we always do.
You bring the sound,
And I’ll bring my words,
But who’s gonna sing it, darling?
Who’s gonna bring it to life?
Damn my love,
It was almost a song.