[Chorus]
I'm searching, I'm searching for a universe
Where we can be something more than friends
But I don't know you like you know me
You felt every surface but my skin
I'm searching, I'm searching for your hand, your hand, your hand
I'm terrified you know my name
And I never pick up when you call me, call me, call me, call me baby
Still dreaming at night of all those rings

[Verse 1]
And every day you'd call me just to hear me say "Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.“
And I ain't picking up for nothing, you already know, you know
So pleasе just let me go
Busy signal beep through my mistakes
Dial tonе hold you through your milestones
Service disconnected, didn’t get the message
*67 if you're feeling reckless
Change, change, change, all I felt was change
Everything to nothing, everything was nothing
Can't maintain, I been feeling strange
Wonder who she fucking, wonder who she loving
Pace through the cracks, I was small but for once
Break with my back to the wall just for once
Backed into a corner that I hollowed out
Point of no return, it ain't no talk it out
[Chorus]
I'm searching, I'm searching for a universe
Where we can be something more than friends
But I don't know you like you know me
You felt every surface but my skin
(my skin, my skin, my skin)

[Verse 2]
Black point, fever dreams
Reflection twisted, I'm ghosted
I rock the boat, but you rock the boat, but I bet you're sick of them motions
Knock, knock, knock, had my window cropped
Never let you in with them notions
But that set you into them motions
All restless with them emotions
I said it then and I meant it then
So it's fuck it, right?
Let the needle skip
Call my next of kin, it's 11:10 on a Wednesday night, let me speak my shit
Batter, batter, just a rung up in the ladder
I can tell you how I'm sorry, honestly that shit don't matt-

[Sample: Apollo 10]
Cernan: Yes, I’ve got it written down. AOS for us is 102:25. (Cough)
Young: It’s 102:21 for me
Cernan: OK. 40 minutes, babe. I got to connect the ascent batteries
Stafford: OK
Cernan: OK. Stand by BAT’s 1 and 3, High Voltage, Off/Reset. Bat’s 1…
Stafford: OK
Cernan: Boy, that sure is weird music
Young: We’re going to have to find out about that. Nobody will believe us
Cernan: No. It’s a whistling, you know, like an outer space-type thing
Young: Probably due to the VHF ranging, I’d-