| You are your own disco ball | 
| Hovering above you like | 
| A comforting reminder that not even you belong to you | 
| So you put your jazz hands in the air | 
| And they get tangled in your hair | 
| But you’ll always stand the victors | 
| Exercising everything by tapping into nothing | 
| There’s another field | 
| Your distances are vast | 
| Hey, you, I know who you are | 
| Open up to me so I can pull them out | 
| You will not be awake for long | 
| You won’t have to wait for long | 
| You will not be awake for long | 
| We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown | 
| We will not be awake for long | 
| We will not be awake for long | 
| We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown | 
| You, I know that feeling (Baby, baby) | 
| I’m waiting for you and the silences between things (Baby) | 
| I’m not saying, «Hey, jazz hands, dancing is futile | 
| It can not hold you like I can.» | 
| I wanna hold you, wanna hold you | 
| You will not be awake for long | 
| You won’t have to wait for long | 
| You will not be awake for long | 
| And we’ll, we’ll meet, we’ll meet in the smallest great unknown | 
| Wait for me, wait for me | 
| We will not be awake for long | 
| You won’t be awake | 
| We will not be awake for long | 
| We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown | 
| You are lost in the world of thoughts | 
| You are lost, exercising everything by tapping into nothing |