I'm a billion ages past you, A million years behind you, too. A thousand miles up in the air, A trillion times I've seen you there. Your hair is gold, and mine is grey. You walk on grass, it turns to hay. Your blood is blue and your eyes are red. My body strains but the nerves are dead. I can't reach you, I strain my eyes. I can't reach you, I split my sides. I can't reach, tryin' to get on you, See, feel or hear from you. The distances grow greater now, You drink champagne and past me plow. You fly your plane right over my head, You're so alive and I'm nearly dead. Once I caught a glimpse Of your unguarded, untouched heart. Our fingertips touched and then My mind tore us apart. I can't reach you, with arms outstretched. I can't reach you, I crane my neck. I can't reach, tryin' to get on you, See, feel or hear from you.
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