Far Away

The meaning of love, the feel of it, the theory of its relativity
I felt just as imaginary as these things


Will we meet by the time I grow up?
There are tens of thousands of songs about love, I wonder if I’ll know what they mean


But love wasn’t a revolution, frustration, or some cataclysmic event
It was you


The way you laughed was somehow similar to loneliness
The way you sang was like today’s morning glow


Instead of worrying about what humans will be doing thousands of years from now
I’d rather see you laughing, with a face no one else knows


I don’t have it. I’m made of things I don’t have
You’re what gives me form


You’ll laugh when I say that, won’t you?
I find myself longing to see even that face


Until this day, I’ve only used my heart for myself
But you suddenly worked your way in, and it’s a huge inconvenience, like a massive traffic jam


But then you say the one thing I want most in the universe right now
You say the words


Your voice was like my mother’s humming
Your silence resembled the stillness of night


It doesn’t matter what color the earth will be in tens of thousands of years
You’ll still see me laughing, with a face no one else knows


Hundreds and thousands of times
You’ve seen me… heard me… and you don’t even know


“If only you were here…” “If only you were here…”
No matter what terrible form the words that follow take


I can take those words in my arms
Because the despair I face with you shines much brighter than any hope I’d see without you


The way you laughed was somehow like tenderness
The way you sang looked like today’s evening shower


Instead of worrying about what humans will be doing thousands of years from now
I’d rather see you laughing, with a face no one else knows


I don’t have it. I’m made of things I don’t have
You’re what gives me form


I’ll shout your name until my voice gives out
If there’s a chance I can reach you, I’ll call out now