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Our minds, running at different speeds. (Turning Different Gears)

Here we go again,
this isn't the first drink
she'll take tonight
and sure as fuck not the last
our bodies
and would be souls
were burning for each other
but the night held us
at about fifty degrees
at about twenty paces

we waited
time and time again
we waited
for the spaceships to land

in the grass, on the streets
we held hands
prayed
and read each others' mind

but nothing happened,
nothing but a memory
of life
and what it was
and all you lost
in the car crash

tonight, i feel thousands of miles away
tonight, i feel like walking on water
tonight, i feel like nothing would ever come
if it weren't for me

but tomorrow is sure as fuck
a different story

everything is familiar
everything is bland
and blank
and gray
like the sky
like the bottom of the spaceship

every night that passes
only brings me closer to home