[Verse 1]

Tiny in the darkness where we couldn't see the moon

Staring at the ceiling of your furnished rented room

Wondering like thrusts at the plaster overhead

Imagining the atlas from a wooden trundle bed

[Verse 2]

Though I struggle to remember how the growing pains clutched tight

I think about you often, but it's so often late at night

And someday I'd like to ask if all this distance feels all right

But we don't talk much and when we do we always fight

[Bridge]

Is it quiet where you are?

Are you finding peace of mind?

I'm assembling the pieces

Biting fingers, biding time

[Outro]

Do you know how it feels?

Do you know how it feels?

Do you know how it feels?

Want you to know how it feels