[Verse 1] I can still see the shape of you, small from this distance, still in view — October's pulling you further out, low orbit, quiet, no doubt. [Instrumental Interlube] [Pre-Chorus] Gravity's thinning where we stand, I reach but there's less to hold in my hand — [Chorus] Low orbit, October, you're still there but growing colder, low orbit, slipping slower, watching you drift over my shoulder. [Instrumental Interlube] [Verse 2] The trees below look like a map of everywhere we used to be — but altitude does something to a heart, makes the leaving look like scenery. [Bridge] [strings swell, vocal pulls back to near-whisper] I used to think distance was a kind of test — now I think it's just what's left. [Instrumental Interlube] [Final Chorus] [fuller arrangement — strings, deeper bass, but vocal stays restrained, contrast between big instrumentation and small delivery] Low orbit, October, you're still there but growing colder, low orbit, slipping slower, watching you drift over my shoulder.
