Distance
Sangréa[Verse 1]
Lonely people find each other through a screen,
Close enough to matter, never close enough to meet.
Different cities underneath the same dead night,
Different bedrooms lit by the same blue light.
Hours disappear inside a late-night call,
For a little while, the distance feels less awful.
Then the voices stop, the screen goes black,
And all the fucking loneliness comes back.
[Pre-Chorus]
The closest ones are always far,
A name, a voice, a little avatar.
Something real behind the glass,
Something distance never lets come close.
[Chorus]
The ones that understand
Are always somewhere else.
Close enough to know the pain,
Too far away to help.
A voice can cross an ocean,
A message crosses states—
BUT NOTHING ON A FUCKING SCREEN
CAN MAKE THE DISTANCE CHANGE!
[Verse 2]
Friday night, blue light, scrolling through the same feed,
Names on a screen doing everything a room needs.
Call after call, another face in another state,
Three in the morning but the distance stays awake.
Type, send, wait — little dots on the line,
Close for a minute, still a thousand miles behind.
Voice in the headphones, no footsteps at the door,
Every conversation only makes the distance hurt more.
Different clocks, different roads, different side of the map,
Everything real getting trapped inside an app.
Funny how the lonely always find the perfect match—
Just never close enough to make it past the chat.
[Pre-Chorus]
The closest ones are always far,
A name, a voice, a little avatar.
Something real behind the glass,
Still separated by a map.
[Chorus]
The ones that understand
Are always somewhere else.
Close enough to know the pain,
Too far away to help.
A voice can cross an ocean,
A message crosses states—
BUT NOTHING ON A FUCKING SCREEN
CAN MAKE THE DISTANCE CHANGE!
[Verse 3]
Someone ought to buy an island, somewhere out at sea,
Fill it with the lonely ones that never get to meet.
Every distant name, every face behind a screen,
Finally in the same place, finally somewhere seen.
No more counting miles, no more staring at a map,
No more planning someday through another fucking app.
No more waiting months just to share a little space,
No more loving someone with a screen between each face.
Flights cost money, time keeps moving, distance never bends,
So the closest people stay as long-distance friends.
Maybe all the lonely ones were never hard to find—
Maybe they were scattered on the wrong side every time.
[Bridge]
If you’re hearing this...
and your heart hurts too...
then you’re lonely like me.
And somehow...
the kind of person who understands this
is listening from somewhere far away.
Of course...
you’re miles away from me.
[Breakdown]
Right person.
Wrong place.
Same feeling.
Different state.
Close enough
to understand—
TOO FUCKING FAR
TO HOLD A HAND!
[Final Chorus]
The ones that understand
Are always somewhere else.
Close enough to know the pain,
Too far away to help.
A voice can cross an ocean,
A message crosses states—
BUT WHEN THE FINAL SCREEN GOES DARK...
THE DISTANCE
FUCKING
STAYS.
[Outro]
It stays.