Nothing can stop us

It's been pretty cloudy lately. And I think God's hiding from us, too. He doesn't seem to know everything after all, seen as he keeps delaying his plans to come and visit us in our lives. Maybe he had a late check-in, or his flight got cancelled, but I'm sure as hell that he didn't foresee it.

Even though it's pretty grey in the sky, it's still bright enough for me because you're here. The starlight is energetic enough to break through the thickness... but suddenly there's a power surge whenever you disappear around the corner and I'm not too sure where you've got to. You're on the other end of an optic cable if I really need to speak to you, but sometimes your words are faded or broken because your signal's weak, and I can't fully comprehend you. Maybe your mind is interfering with our connection... did you ever consider that?

Just know that I can hear you from here, so maybe you ought to tone it down or at least speak your voice a little bit quieter.

Still, when there's nobody around and there's only the clouds in the sky above watching and listening into you, just remember that if you could only manage to climb up a bit higher until you're above the grey sea... you'd finally realise that there are millions of stars shining for us. Each one younger than the rest of the universe, and just waiting to be noticed.

But you've already had your five minutes of fame, and so now I've decided to look at the other options; to go and compare the prices in a different market. To look at the different stars in the dead sky. And I'm gonna take my time about it, babes.