Is it bad that you're in my head in the hours of the morning
Is it sad that I wish I had your scent in my sheets
Is it bad that you're in my brain you're pulling every thread
Is it sad that I'm not the same ever since the day we left
I won't call
I won't send a message
It's far too late but I need your touch
I've got no right to be possessive
The more I reach
You're out in space
You're out in space
Are you happy now that we are six months in the past?
Are you happy now it was over so fast?
Are you listening now? Do you hear me in every single song?
Will you dance with me or will you just move on?
I won't call
I won't send a message
It's far too late but I need your touch
I've got no right to be possessive
Cuz the more I reach
You're out in space
You're out in space
No Gravity No
No Gravity No
No Gravity No
No Gravity No
I won't call
I won't send a message
It's far too late but I need your touch
I've got no right to be possessive
Cuz the more I reach
You're out in space
I won't call
I won't send a message
It's far too late but I need your touch
I've got no right to be possessive
Cuz the more I reach
You're out in space
No Gravity No
You're out in space
You're out in space
You're out in space
No Gravity No
No Gravity No
No Gravity No
No Gravity No