[Verse 1]
The closest thing I could imagine
As prime seating to a great nothing
Is a seat in that old apartment
Or in Manhattan with Makayla laughing
And what you see don't you think it's perfect
Until it's pouring and the rains all atoms

[Chorus]
And we can't wait to see what shapes they take
And they form a dancer and we see it flirting
And from the void everything we know is left in it's wake
And there's no stories, no need for answers

[Verse 2]
Instead, I know, nothing's from nothing
And it has reason though unconvincing
Like the beams of sun through blinds seeped
In like a killer and it drags me from a sleep
See I missed you calling
And how you almost died there and it was you who did it

[Chorus]
How many times can it be a mistake
Oh, to meet the dancer and see them flirting
Into the void everything we make left in our wake
All that's left are stories and no chance for answers, oh
[Instrumental Outro]