Do you miss it down here?
I'd guess no, when the stars are so bright
And so clear where you are
In the blue
So deep that it's black
So much vaster than you

How long has it been
Since you thought about anything
200 miles below
Where you float
With the moon making faces so close to your own
Don't you know you're free?

And when I can see
The points of Cassiopeia
I curse the skies, where I can't be

Do you miss this old town?
Do you know that it's June?
There are blooms on the ground
Come the nights, there's a breeze
I pretеnd it's some kind of sign that you're sending mе

Up there, you're skipping seasons
But me, I try just breathing
While you're trying not to
There's so little to spare when it comes to air
Don't you know I need you?
And when I can see
The points of Cassiopeia
I curse the skies, where I can't be

I may never go any further
Than crossing an ocean
No skies cracking open
I'd rather get my heart broken
Or see the moon shining on the opposite wall
Or jump from a cliff into water
For the thrill of the fall
For me, that's enough to be
Always, continually
Falling in, falling in, falling in love

Do you miss it down here?
I hope so
Stars can't love you like I do, my dear