It's too bright for too late at night

My eyes are tired, all I would like

Is to close them with you

And see the things that you do

I miss you, I miss everyone

If I haven't met you yet, well then I miss you most of all

I want your heat, and your sweat, and your hand in my back at the festival

Picture a room full of people all feeling the same way

It's hard to explain

Crying or laughing, you try and understand it, you can't

Are we meant just to try, try, try to overlap?

I miss you, all of you, I miss my life before

We are the lucky few, I know it's true, but God my eyes are sore

I want to close them with you and see the same things that you do

Rain on the bay, terror in the streets

Yeah, but nothing in the way of the sunlight through the trees

And your hand on my hand across enemy lands and sea