| when we sat in evenings | |
| counting up the seconds | |
| between the thunder and the lightning | |
| trying to find the distance | |
| the space between what we feel | |
| and what we see | |
| like the distance coming between you and me | |
| so don't be long | |
| don't be long | |
| all we murder and confetti | |
| our science in the holy ghost | |
| the space between is spread and getting strong | |
| distance only grows so don't be long | |
| so don't be long | |
| don't be long |