When we sat in evenings
Counting up the seconds
Between the thunder and the lightning
Trying to find the distance
There's a space between what we feel and what we see
Like the distance coming between you and me

So don't be long
Don't be long

Are we murder and confetti?
Are we science and the holy ghost?
The space between is spreading and getting strong
Distance only grows, so don't be long

So don't be long
Don't be long
So don't be long
Don't be long

The line between getting air and getting gone
These lines get distorted so don't be long

And I feel gutted
I count the seconds and
I count the seconds and I'm fine
Don't be long