The Calculated Distance Between Here And Now Songtext

The Story Of Ourselves

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The Calculated Distance Between Here And Now Songtext
Dark of night, I sigh, and you roll over
Eyes meet the black of your back
I relax
And kiss your shoulder
It seems whenever we sleep, my right side leans
You're there and I swear that I'm held in midair
By what this means

Thinking now about this course we've sailed
And the span and the range of the change is so strange
And it's left us pretty pale
So I suggest I find some way to fight
The fears that reduce 20 years into tears
When nothing feels alright
So I can get some sleep...

Remember those nights
When the phone was all that was prevailing?
Remember post fights
When a soft and sure apology dried up all the saline?
And what could replace
Waking up at 4 am to carefully planned calls?
They've fallen from grace
But I'd trade them in an instant just to live inside those same four walls.

It's in this silence where my thoughts unfold
And I'm restless, breathless, again.
But then I'm back (I'm back)
To my panic attacks
And what calms me down, I guess it all depends Depends on me...

Remember those nights
When the phone was all that was prevailing?
Remember post fights
When a soft and sure apology dried up all the saline?
And what could replace
Waking up at 4 am to carefully planned calls?
They've fallen from grace
But I'd trade them in an instant just to live inside those same four walls.

Flash floods, a downpour of our will
I'm torn between a killer love and a love I'd hate to kill
But strong words of that kind are not really my kind
I'm too kind to define what is yours and what is mine
Our story's unfolding as your hands are holding the pieces that make me
But your eyes could break me
So just once, think twice, it's three now, go for this ride
There's five ways to mend this and six ways to end this
But what is amounting from hours of counting
On feelings or friendships or lips meeting my hips?
It's out there; an answer
Why I chose to chance her
And when we have settled, then we can...

Remember those nights
When the phone was all that was prevailing?
Remember post fights
When a soft and sure apology dried up all the saline?
And what could replace
Waking up at 4 am to carefully planned calls?
They've fallen from grace
But I'd trade them in an instant just to live inside those same four walls.