Momentary sensory paralysisnMoments cut like shards of broken glassnSomewhere between sublime and the ridiculousnIs where we go to mend the broken heartnnFeeling like a child and looking like a mannnYou wanna make it right, feel like you can'tnnOut of this worldnOut of our handsnOut of controlnnThis beauty unfolds again and againnOut of this worldnAnd into the bluennFrom me, from here to younnNot the best of times to give up anythingnLeast of all this love affair with lifenWe're so close together, yet so separatenCouldn't realize it if we triednnFeeling like a child and looking like a mannnYou wanna make it right, feel like you can'tnnOut of this worldnOut of our handsnOut of controlnnThis beauty unfolds again and againnOut of this worldnAnd into the bluennFrom me, from here to you