Holding your body but I know you're not in there.
You're out on the roof with the dreamers, it's not fair.
Your eyes on the TV, hands on my body.
But you're not here with me, wish that you could be.

But I,
Can't reach you, you're high in the sky.

I wish it was you, you.
There's not much I can do.
you.

Stare at the ceiling in the dark,
Is this how it feels to love without a heart?
Yours is still beating, I can hear it through the bed springs,
Heartstrings, you're off again, wandering.

Up in the clouds, I wish you'd come down
I get it's too loud out here.

I wish it was you, you.
There's not much I can do.
you.