Aquisces - Race The Sun

You poke too hard. there you would murmer.
not audible enough...a tremor undetected
I guess I did tap your shoulder too hard
now I've pushed out off shore, vanishing off screen

parallel, we live so parallel
lines that eventually touch
parallel. we're blind and parallel
could I prove these lines could collide
My dear, did I cast you off?
Distress signals fade away. lost by an echo
and you're just drifting without a paddle,
without a compass. without a compass
against the wind like a bouy

maybe I have all wrong
could you navigate with constellations?
you are a dim light, gleam bright my abandoned light house
more than a floodlight

Parallel. we live so parallel
Lines that eventually touch
parallel. we're blind and parallel
could I prove these lines could collide
My dear, did I cast you off?
Distress signals fade away. lost by an echo. lost by an echo
and you're just drifting without a paddle,
without a compass. without a compass
against the wind like a bouy