So There - Duncan Sheik

So there is a flare of pinkish light

Of clean blue sky

A morning sight

And I’m so fine and another same

Now I see their aeroplanes

A past approach to cross, collide

But still more distant than lost love’s eyes

So there it is

What seems to me

Wish to think of all things free

Some still hold trajectory

They’re not so free

Not you, nor me

Even here in this immensity

So there, so there, so there

So there