A world away pulls me close enough Something tactile to keep us all in touch Oh perfect space; a design of mistakes Colorized, disguising our fate I'll cut and paste the stars across your face I'll memorize the sights, the touch, the taste Tomorrow As for tonight, we'll just while away the hours As for tonight, we'll just while away the hours A world away pulls us close enough (Oh) Something tactile to keep us all in touch Our own perfect space; a design of mistakes Colorized, disguising our fate I'll cut and paste the stars across your face Memorize the sights, the touch, the taste As for tonight, we'll just while away the hours (tomorrow) As for tonight, we'll just while away the hours (tomorrow) Oh, sentimental people Sentimental people Sentimental people... As for tonight, we'll just while away the hours As for tonight, we'll just while away the hours