Momentary sensory promises

Moments cut like shards of broken glass

Somewhere between sublime and the ridiculous

Is where we go to mend the broken heart

Feeling like a child

And you're looking like a man

You wanna make it pride

Feel like you can't

Out of this world, out of our heads

Out of control is beauty unfolds again and again

Out of this world and little to the blue

From me, from here, to you

Not the best of times to give a benefit

Please, dove all this love affair, we'd like

We're so close together, yet so separate

Couldn't realize it if we tried?

Feeling like a child

And you're looking like a man

You wanna make it pride

Feel like you can't

Out of this world, out of our heads

Out of control is beauty unfolds again and again

Out of this world and little to the blue

From me, from here, to you