You're like the stars, and I, the astronaut;
You're in a place that, right now, I'm not.
I'd travel to you now, but, with distance off the charts,
The G-forces would rip apart my heart.

[Synth solo]

And if, one day, I should make it in control, (And if one day)
The mass of our love would make a black hole, (Make a black hole)
Enough to swallow all this realm and domain,
And we'd start over, over again.