A strange ship navigates the ebb and flow remembers mysteries that time had left alone. You reach out your arms but your hands arenât your own. Not everything you feel can be seen but the feeling lasts so long. Searching every corner of your mind. I reach out, fathoming the shape of time. If you see (how far) the waves have drifted from the source then youâll know the expanding nature of our course. You reach out your arms but your hands arenât your own. Not everything you feel can be seen but the feeling lasts so long. Every day the space between everyone is unfolding who can see where weâll end? You reach out your arms but your hands arenât your own. Not everything you feel can be seen but the feeling lasts so long. (Spiral arms unfolding, strengthening their hold on me.) But every time you reached out your arms your hands always knew itâs ever! ything that you canât see which pulls me back to you.