Satellites - 杨英格

Restless
My conscience
I'm conscious
Of everything
And I
Like the weight of your
Proximity
Have we been here before
Do you feel
This inclination
Shaping constellations
With our fingertips
The sun and satellites
On the horizon
How many drives
Till we disappear
And I wonder
If anything
could come as close
to this
Give me something to say
Could I colour your words any other way
The weight of your
Proximity
Closer
And I like the weight of you
Have we been here before
And I wonder
If anything
could come as close
to this
Restless
I'm conscious
This could be
The greatest
Coming
Into focus
Closer
Have we been here before