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
