We're outta space let's not waste this world on time
Another place to find our ways in washed up paths in sand
I could be enough to make things right
I could walk a mile and I'm outta sight
But ull never know that these thoughts could be
more than wat they mean to me.

 It makes no sense.
How we could find out.
It makes no sense
Now I'm reminded
That all these things in every way
Are just another way to make me stay.