Seven days, each one mine
Seven days of precious time

To snowboard or to surf
In my blood since my birth

I've worked enough for now
I've earned a break
Oh I've worked...and how

For once this jetway feels like freedom
as a settle in my seat

Can't wait to feel the rush
of H2O beneath my feet

Flight fantasies, vacation
'Mind your step'
Security procedures, waiting at the gate

I close my eyes
my thoughts take the autowalk
to destinations with a runway

The lock of the jetway fails
one meter before the cabin door
'Mind your step'

.....Flight fantasies, security
.....'Tomorrow I'll get there'
.....Security procedures, waiting at the fence

.....I close my eyes
.....my thoughts take a high flight
.....to a future on the other side

.....I land in a camp again
.....at a higher fence, a closed gate
.....'Tomorrow I'll get there'

a year later, I still want to reclaim
our violet and jagged forever catastrophe
and return to our attempt to name
the space between the moon and wherever this is

I want to know if they were right about you, fully
they said you were arrogant, but to me
you were almost entirely sewn by parasitical magic
and powerful, you had fingers that held all the answers and sometimes,
held me

you could roar deception but you could only
bring yourself to whisper the truth
lightyears away, you told me I was all you belonged to
lightyears away

after you left, the space was
flat like the floor of a jetway
and sharp like the pop of my ears on the way down to home

we expected too much of each other in different ways
you wanting closeness, and me, just wanting
trying to understand and live in the space
the space between the moon and wherever this is