It will never land...

Moscow, Chelny, and into the sky again I've lost the count of all our fading plans You're where the city's bright with burning lights I'm all alone and grieving through the nights You're in your world, an orbit filled with grace I took another path, a different space Between us, cities, and a stranger's face And we, alas, can never land in place Can never land in place The Moscow lights are home for you, I know For me it's Chelny, gym, and moving slow Two years went by, a time that doesn't count But still this pain is all I think about You're in your world, an orbit filled with grace I took another path, a different space Between us, cities, and a stranger's face And we, alas, can never land in place Can never land in place I was so wrong to get carried away And you just somehow strangely slipped away May a fair wind forever fill your sail My fate's the gym, the road, the lonely trail My soul is just a spark that briefly gleamed Yours is a disco ball, a waking dream I'll keep this memory... pure and so clear In the cold, bright color... of whiskey here In the cold, bright color... of whiskey here