Well my fingertips up close look like
The world from far away
And I'll make it so they always try
To reach and rest against a kind of light
♪
Well I've never seen a summer storm
Before but I think it would make me change
Oh, my eyes
So call me out
My space is overgrown
And all our place
Can feel so long ago
♪
Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel
So much like barricades
And I'll make it so they always try
To remember they were made in a kind of light
♪
And the things that rush through fingertips
They would never want to be the same
If I had a time
So reach up out and move
From my waking close
And all our life can feel
Sometimes so overgrown
♪
Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel
So much like barricades
And our fingertips up close look like
The world from far away