China. All the way to New York. I can feel the distance getting close. You're right next to me. But I need an airplane. I can feel the distance as you breathe. Sometimes I think you want me to touch you. How can I when you build the great wall around you. In your eyes I saw the future together. You just look away in the distance. China decorates our table, funny how the cracks don't seem to show. Pour the wine, dear. You say we'll take a holiday but we never can agree on where to go. Sometimes I think you want me to touch you. How can I when you build the great wall around you? In your eyes I saw the future together but you just look away in the distance. China all the way to New York. Maybe you got lost in Mexico. You're right next to me: I think that you can hear me. Funny how the distance learns to grow. Sometimes I think you want me to touch you but how can I when you build the great wall around you? In your eyes I saw the future together but you just look away in the distance.
I can feel the distance.
I can feel the distance.
I can feel the distance getting close.
Tori Amos.
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