TELESCOPE -
Stabbing into the dark, I stretch to find,
Find you stabbing back,
This hand I never thought I'd have,
Pressed softly against my chest ...
But this should feel better,
And this should feel right,
But you know I shouldn't be here,
And I know I shouldn't be here ... stars stay out of sight ...
Starving for a touch, a fingerprint to your skin,
I swear you smile while you sleep,
Say you have walked among these ghosts,
Both your shoes are worn,
This snow day remains our excuse ...
But this should feel better,
And this should feel right,
But you know I shouldn't be here,
And I know I shouldn't be here ... stars stay out of sight ...
Stay fixed in this moment, the clock on the ceiling ticks fast,
As morning peers through the curtains,
Can suddenly stand to last?
Blink a loose eyelash away, and make a wish upon it,
TThat maybe you will understand,
Hope you see the difference ...
Between the moon and the stars ...
Between the moon and the stars ...
Between the moon and the stars ...
Between the moon and the stars ...
