Messages Through Fog

Sending her messages through the fog.  It's nearly morning, and I just want to talk.  I'm waiting for her to come back home.  I'm thinking clearly now, and I just want to let her know.  I'm not in love, but maybe I'm somewhere close by.

There's ether between us.  A silent medium through which my heart floats.  There's a million miles between us, but I'm standing right next to her.  I'm not in love, but maybe I'm somewhere close by.

All our matter is dispersed.  Giant things made small.  We rejoin the universe, and speed away into oblivion.