I can't console you, i'm sorry and i love you Across the atlantic is a land i'm longing to 30,000 feet above it, i stop and think of you blown apart You'll be leaving after the floodtide, And i'll be waiting on the other side I've traded my only friends for a handful of magic beans It turns out that i'm scared of heights Well, it's a nice thought anyway To know they're by my side Maybe i'll plant them someday... grown apart For months i've thought of nothing But banishing this small city and its whispered conversations To the absence in my memory Nothing perfect lasts forever, which makes it so.