From Far Away

[Verse 1]

From outer space

I am you

At distances

You're me too

From far away

I assume

Everything

Needs less room

[Verse 2]

My ribs are turned

Like parentheses

And my lips have learned

What I don’t believe

Could I find a world just right?

Or will I always look too high?

[Verse 3]

If I die

Don't bury me

Rattle me down

Like an old machine

Take my books

And my magazines

My photographs

Of you and me

Everything

I won't need