Though it's uncomfortable, though it is awkward
I don't know why we were taught to look away
Are you listening two thousand miles from here?
Are you listening two thousand miles from here?
There might be something wrong with me
The sounds have gone so far, far away
Out of the window the slow light morning
I don't know what you could be hearing
There's nothing that I can't believe
When we run from all the things we could say
The only time you're listening
There's nothing that I won't believe
Days leave the night, eyes in the light
First hits your hands, touches your face
Is the same sky just as clear?