作曲 : Bad Moves
 When you saw it for the first time
 The beauty of the moment passed while you
 Skimmed application guidelines
 Tides rush ten thousand feet below
 Where the hope for a reunion
 Felt like waiting out the continental drift
 A barrier to be outlived
 It’s morning where I land
 We’re texting from the customs line
 To dull the ache of being left behind
 Make do with what we can
 A funeral in family threads and low-res JPEGs
 Regret in each reply
 A story told in headlines
 And visa stamps denied
 When you saw it for the first time
 The condensation all grey and blue
 The mist on the coast line
 Ten thousand feet below
 Where the prospect for reunion
 Felt like waiting out the continental drift
 A planetary movement
 And the weight of displacement
 While over the Atlantic
 The story plays itself over again
 A crowd of faces chanting
 “Take back control” and all that shit
 When freedom’s only granted
 To those who have the means to buy back in
 We’ll wait for continental drift