I am thousand planets awaynSafely resting in the umbranIn a galaxy eclipsenOf a broken nebulannYou pull your lips backnAnd all that's there is a laugh.nnI wish you could seenWhat you looked like to menI wish you could tastenAll the sour things you saynnBending my hands overnDistances relentlessnEven then, you aren't nAnything but stressednnYou pull your lips backnAnd it's blacker than the darkest black.nnI wish you could seenWhat you looked like to menI wish you could tastenAll the sour things you saynnThere are a thousand lettersnEach corresponding to a star in the skynnYou lift your eyes upnSay I think I've heard enoughnnI wish you could seenWhat you looked like to menI wish you could tastenAll the sour things you saynn