our plans are dead, but i don't see it
the good times are dead, you've been drifting ever since
and i don't see it.
why is there always light on your side?
why is there always dark on mine?
if this is all that's left of us, let's not forget.
i know what happens to the space, it just expands.
my satellite, i still wish you were mine.
you're leaving my orbit with a broken axis.
the good times we had were only on the surface
finally, i see it.
the moment's gone, the pattern's broken.
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