You float above the dark side Back pressed to a borrowed wall Blue marble in the window Tiny Turning Far from it all I drift on a different station Same silence in my ears Counting cities in the distance Blurry halos Old souvenirs We’re orbiting alone Both watching the world spin slowly Same candle in the void But you don’t know me One planet Two ghosts Tracing the same soft glow You on your side of the sky Me on mine Still orbiting alone You mark the oceans with your finger Follow daylight round the rim Mouth the names of every coastline Like you might fall back in I tap on scratched up glass See storms where I grew up Tilt my head to find my hometown Then let the memory cut Somewhere under clouds Your laugh My name Streetlights flick on Then off again Up here Just reflections In this slow ballet of stone Both staring at the same small home World turning We stay alone
