Publicist Uk Telegraphing Lyrics

I found a point between the A and B
That's where I made my strange discovery:
There are no starts, no ends, and that would mean
All that exists is simply in-between
Now it's getting cold and the snow replaces sand
I could make it up to you if you give me a week or two
Promises don't hold if they lack demand
Ride my bike out to the sea if you'll stick around for me
And all the tides will change
And all the storms will rage
And how their souls will ache Within this fragile space
Since you left, I haven't bothered you at all
Things we'll never know both protect and drive us mad
I can skate on ice so thin but you're too cold for me to swim
Who's to say it's wrong if it's never had?
They say saltwater never quite freezes, but I think you might
And all the tides will change
And all the storms will rage
And how their souls will ache
Within this fragile space
All the lines are down
Telegraphing