September 16th, Take 8

We have left here, why'd we go When we grow up, I'll be old Eyes don't perceive this dimning glow Earth is burning down the friends and fiends of places I'd never seen Passing time to kill the life we risk of empathizing with our grief Moving spaces far too soon Disappearing tumoring bodies of truth The distance growing near our end of youth Distance has a way Of waking up Drenched in shivering warmth We're picking people from the places and planes of things I'd never seen Filling the blanks and voids of our rapport that we can longer sacrifice You're distance has a way Of keeping me Burning and Miserable