Lyrics: Listless

Here I orbit round a thought
in gravity’s ellipses
I am trailing off.
I can will the time to pass away
drifting listless through the day
but what to say to you?

And in this satellite I bide my time.

Let’s pull the covers overhead
poke hole into the sheets
and fall asleep
counting all the shapes
the constellations that we name
for all the people
in our dreams

And in this satellite I bide my time.

There’s always a distance between
the things I say and the message received
but even light years can’t change
the time it takes until your ear’s in range.

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