A strange ship navigates the ebb and flow
remembers mysteries that time had left alone
You reach out your arms
but your hands aren’t your own
Not everything you feel can be seen
but the feeling lasts so long
Searching every corner of your mind
I reach out, fathoming the shape of time
If you see (how far) the waves have drifted from the source
then you’ll know the expanding nature of our course
You reach out your arms
but your hands aren’t your own
Not everything you feel can be seen
but the feeling lasts so long
Every day the space between everyone is unfolding
who can see where we’ll end?
You reach out your arms
but your hands aren’t your own
Not everything you feel can be seen
but the feeling lasts so long
(Spiral arms unfolding, strengthening their hold on me)
But every time you reached out your arms
your hands always knew
it’s everything that you can’t see
which pulls me back to you