Contact
With corners left unturned
There's more to be observed
In all our perfect flaws
In dust falling from stars
Making contact, reach out
Making contact, reach out
In ages left unlived
Some secrets will exist
Only for now we'll know
The truth will be told
Making contact, reach out
Making contact, reach out
We'll know
Only we'll know
We'll know
Writer/s: Holly Dodson, Oliver Blair
