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.
line between getting air and getting gone
these lines get distorted so don't be long
and if you're going count the seconds up.
count the seconds up for me, don't be long.
