The seesaw we're on is long miles in length, I'm dangling my feet in the air, never reaching the ground. I'm scared. The starships we're in will hardly fly close being tossed in the dark.
Your voice is barely breaking through the noise, winking out like a dying star.
(with cut offs and fade outs)
Since my arms can't reach you since your arms are far, I feel like a child discouraged to jump off a swing. Since my arms can't reach you since your arms are far, I feel like an astronaut released in the outer space.