Lyrics Empty Well - Fyrce Muons

Now I see it on the faces, the faces a lot of me too
And it justifies the magic of a hole in which I'm crouching, me too
When you call another person underneath another caption, me too
So I'm calling down to save her a sympathetic poem, me too
Well our hands are never touching a single bit of skin too
And our words are never reaching the souls of one another, we two
So the distance is becoming a parting of our lives for me too
And the empty well is growing, is longer than a mile for you