black screen - LCD Soundsystem

Written by：James Murphy/Al Doyle

Couldn't make our wedding day too sick to travel

You fell between a friend and a father

I owe you dinner man

I owe you something you

You talked to me like I was inside

We were just waking up for a hard interrupt

I meant to get to you on returning

Things sneak up on me like a landslide comes

Been saving email trails kept together

I read them back sometimes to remember

The time I wrote to you from the island

Yr quick replies made me high

But I had fear in the room so I stopped turning up

My hands kept pushing down in my pockets

I'm bad with people things but I should have tried more

Been watching images from the station

Earth one from satellites all streaming

Feels slow at seventeen thousand miles and hour

You could be anywhere on the black screen

On the black screen

On the black screen

On the black screen

On the black screen

You could be anywhere on the black screen