Itchy palms... aching hands,
scratch for the longing,
the longing to leave here tonight.
I met him here, found myself
hiding inside,
he's just like the mirror - of me..
But I have to got away...
fly into the blue...
can I cry all of me through the earth
- so the tears get to you...
Itchy palms, just like him,
I know that he'll follow,
now that he knows we exist
Not alone, not a pair,
we're just like each other,
but placed on the opposite sides
of the world, why so far,
it's not for the better,
now that we know we exist...
But I have to go away...
fly into the blue...
can I cry all of me through the earth
- so the tears get to you....
You touch like me, I touch like you,
but we don't touch each other,
we know that's the right thing to do...
Itchy palms, we're insane,
playing with fire,
with nothing to lose or to gain...
But I have to go away...
fly into the blue...
can I cry all of me through the earth
-so the tears get to you....
itchy palms...
