"I said, “look at the map on the wall,
put your fingers on where we are,
no matter where I go we’re just an inch apart.”
You interrupted and said,
“not that old speech again! -
If we’re just an inch apart,
then reach out and grab my hand."
put your fingers on where we are,
no matter where I go we’re just an inch apart.”
You interrupted and said,
“not that old speech again! -
If we’re just an inch apart,
then reach out and grab my hand."
— Strata - Hot cold (darling don’t)
