Remote - Bobo in White Wooden Houses

How much I would like

To take care of you

But nothing has been found

To make it possible

You’ve been so close

For so long

No way to return

To go on

While you are so remote

And nothing feels like home

While you are counting backwards

I am still yours

How much I would like

To trade with you

Yet everything I’ve got was

Unpredictable

Far cry from here

We will grow

Why don’t you file away the darkness

And you’ll know

While you are so remote

Nothing feels like home

While you are counting backwards

I am still yours

You are so remote