Spells

You are your own disco ball hovering above you like A comforting reminder that not even you belong to you So you put your jazz hands in the air And they get tangled in your hair But you'll always stand the victors Exercising everything by tapping into nothing There's another field Your distances are vast Hey, you, I know who you are Open up to me so I can pull them out You will not be awake for long You won't have to wait for long You will not be awake for long We'll meet in the smallest great unknown We will not be awake for long We will not be awake for long We'll meet in the smallest great unknown You, I know that feeling (Baby, baby) I'm waiting for you and the silences between things I'm not saying, "Hey, jazz hands, dancing is futile It can not hold you like I can." I wanna hold you, wanna hold you You will not be awake for long You won't have to wait for long You will not be awake for long And we'll, we'll meet, we'll meet in the smallest great unknown Wait for me, wait for me We will not be awake for long You won't be awake We will not be awake for long We'll meet in the smallest great unknown You are lost in the world of thoughts You are lost exercising everything by tapping into nothing