P.S. Eliot - Dark текст песни

its a plague on my withheld affection
when it gets dark
i'm lying alone
modesty tries our subversive speech
ill at ease in the same boat as you
but you feel so out of reach
and it's so dark

this buffer i've built up is growing resoundingly lax
i should learn how to look at you and you should learn how to relax

i've been thinking, this distance doesn't mean anything
there's a reason i am rapt assigned to every mile in between