what do i do?
My technicolour bliss has turned black and white
those glowing hues have travelled four thousand miles across the north atlantic
A great big ocean drains my colour
secures the distance

All I want is to reach out and touch arms, touch hands, touch fingertips,
those sparks that zig-zag around
streaming rainbows in all forms of the word

Now, we're two souls in solitary.
not alone together, just alone
How can it be us against the world if we're on different sides of it?
I can't keep this distance.