[Chorus]

I'm searching, I'm searching for a universe

Where we can be something more than friends

But I don't know you like you know me

You felt every surface but my skin

I'm searching, I'm searching for your hand, your hand, your hand

I'm terrified you know my name

And I never pick up when you call me, call me, call me, call me baby

Still dreaming at night of all those rings

[Verse 1]

And every day you'd call me just to hear me say "Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.“

And I ain't picking up for nothing, you already know, you know

So pleasе just let me go

Busy signal beep through my mistakes

Dial tonе hold you through your milestones

Service disconnected, didn’t get the message

*67 if you're feeling reckless

Change, change, change, all I felt was change

Everything to nothing, everything was nothing

Can't maintain, I been feeling strange

Wonder who she fucking, wonder who she loving

Pace through the cracks, I was small but for once

Break with my back to the wall just for once

Backed into a corner that I hollowed out

Point of no return, it ain't no talk it out

[Chorus]

I'm searching, I'm searching for a universe

Where we can be something more than friends

But I don't know you like you know me

You felt every surface but my skin

(my skin, my skin, my skin)

[Verse 2]

Black point, fever dreams

Reflection twisted, I'm ghosted

I rock the boat, but you rock the boat, but I bet you're sick of them motions

Knock, knock, knock, had my window cropped

Never let you in with them notions

But that set you into them motions

All restless with them emotions

I said it then and I meant it then

So it's fuck it, right?

Let the needle skip

Call my next of kin, it's 11:10 on a Wednesday night, let me speak my shit

Batter, batter, just a rung up in the ladder

I can tell you how I'm sorry, honestly that shit don't matt-

[Sample: Apollo 10]

Cernan: Yes, I’ve got it written down. AOS for us is 102:25. (Cough)

Young: It’s 102:21 for me

Cernan: OK. 40 minutes, babe. I got to connect the ascent batteries

Stafford: OK

Cernan: OK. Stand by BAT’s 1 and 3, High Voltage, Off/Reset. Bat’s 1…

Stafford: OK

Cernan: Boy, that sure is weird music

Young: We’re going to have to find out about that. Nobody will believe us

Cernan: No. It’s a whistling, you know, like an outer space-type thing

Young: Probably due to the VHF ranging, I’d-