Shook the trees and took the land
Thread the keys right through your hand
Covering our tracks as we're left racing over sand
Escape into the parallax
Waiting for the gold collapse
The distance is not far enough for you to understand
Don't go, don't go to sleep
Through your hands you thread the key
Voices that will wake the street
My hold has turned to sand
A tourist in a photoflash
People talking back to back
The distance is not far enough for you to understand
A quarter for a paperback
Please don't let the words distract
The distance is not far enough for you to understand