Alex slams the door Cries out loud Throws his fist into the wall Falls down as tears crawl from his eyes The summer night that felt so right When he reached out to hold her hand The thought was haunting him alive The chance he thought he’d never have To hold her heart and hand again Turns out to be something he’ll never have
It seems that Sarah moved, Went to school Hooked up with the new boy in town And left the other one behind So Alex waited two more years In hopes and dreams and vacant fears That maybe one day he would catch her eye And Alex wrote a note that told:
The closeness that I get from you Is like the feeling of the first man to walk the moon And it’s so unreal But I suppose you don’t have a clue The city sleeps and so do you But my god, I’m wide awake and I’m watching you And it’s so surreal But it feels so real
Sarah gets the note Reads it twice Then she breaks down and cries She never knew he felt that way It’s too late for them anyway There’s 50 states that separate And oceans that stand in their way
So Alex hits the bottle hard Gives out his things, his clothes, his car Has plans to make this all go away The bottle hits the floor And rolls along the wall to where it meets The mess of pills he planned to dissipate The next day Sarah gets a call And flies in for the funeral At which she sadly stands to give a speech
Shaking, she goes on to read:
(Whitney Wiatt): The closeness that I get from you Is like the feeling of the first man to walk the moon And it’s so unreal But I suppose you don’t have a clue The city sleeps and so do you But my god, I’m wide awake and I’m watching you And it’s so surreal But it feels so real to me
I’m barely breathing In fear of waking you I’m barely breathing Tonight, tonight
The closeness that I get from you Is like the feeling of the first man to walk the moon And it’s so unreal But I suppose you don’t have a clue The city sleeps and so do you But my god, I’m wide awake and I’m watching you And it’s so surreal But it feels so real to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
