What I want, I do not do,
What I don't, I think I will,
The farther away, the more you feel,
I scratch the itch of older needs, as the razor slickens as I bleed,
The farther away, the less you feel.

Distracted from distractions by you,
Sometimes whispers, sometimes rain, and it's pulling me back beside you,
Distracted from distractions by you,
Sometimes passion, sometimes pain,
And your name is like the sky: mountains cannot hide.

It's easy when your voice is mine, and I leave the thieves and the rust behind,
The farther away, the less you feel,
Handing me such precious things, that kings would only dream to bring,
Farther away, the more you feel.

The colours reign when I pray for it.

Distracted from distractions by you,
Sometimes whispers, sometimes rain, and it's pulling me back beside you,
Distracted from distractions by you,
Sometimes passion, sometimes pain,
And your name is like the sky: mountains cannot hide, no, no.

Distracted from distractions by you,
Sometimes whispers, sometimes rain, and it's pulling me back beside you,
Distracted from distractions by you,
Sometimes passion, sometimes pain,
And your name is like the sky: mountains cannot hide,
Your name is like the sky: mountains cannot hide.

Oh, they cannot hide.