When I miss you all, it's deeply    Not so much for myself    although I will say I feel the loss    But it's more for the pale blue notion of each of you in your own lonely universe    I'm kindred. So I know, in detail, the nature of what you bear    Just as I know exactly how you conversely swell in delirious cheer    Isn't that warmth abundant? Doesn't all of that burning and blushing love    Doesn't it make it just that much more pale when the color melts from the cheeks of it all?       Won't these pangs of regret have mercy?    I am but a child.    And all my faults that haunt me    come from a place, in me, where I am still sincerely wild.       We're kindred, so I describe myself too, and I know you're out there swooning    When I'm moonstruck and love struck and faint for it all    When I'm so suddenly blooming    Just like I know you are tugged by the same tangled puppeteers will    So awkward and clumsy, conflicted and wondering    why we're all here    But I should tell you, I've begun to suspect that there's nothing to feel regret for    All that sadness that pulls you out under that sky completes an essential tension in who you are.       Won't these pangs of regret have mercy?    I am but a child!    And all of my faults that haunt me    come from a place, in me, where I am still sincerely wild.       And I miss you all. I miss you all so deeply    But it's not for myself, although I do feel the loss.    But it's more for that pale blue notion of each of you in your own lonely universe.