Octans

I look to the heavens But I can't make sense of these stars What's your angle How do you move I wish for your presence But I can't figure out where you are How's my angle What's your move Guide me home Infest my bones Become a tone That sticks inside my head I wait for a semblance Of what you think of me so far No more angles Just showing our moves Guide me home Infest my bones Become a tone That sticks inside my head Guide me home Infest my bones Become a tone That sticks inside my head That sticks inside my head That sticks inside my head