You’re hours away,
but it feels like a lifetime.
I trace your voice through the noise, pretend you’re right beside mine.
You laugh and it cuts through the dark,
like sunlight through a phone line.
But when the call ends,
the silence feels like a crime.

There are miles between us,
but my heart still leans your way.
I fall asleep to your breathing, even when you’re hours away.
Distance don’t mean I stopped feeling. It just means I ache all day.
There are miles between us,
but you’re still where I stay.

We send each other pieces
of lives we can’t share.
Pictures, playlists, half-written dreams, proof we still care.
And when I close my eyes,
I swear I feel your skin.
Soft reminders of a touch
I’m starving for again.

The world feels colder
without your hands to hold.
But love like ours
doesn’t fade, it folds.
Into memory, into air,
into something always there.

So when the night gets loud
and the distance grows mean,
I’ll whisper your name
to the space in between.

Miles Between Us

Broadcasting from beyond the static, Tomorrow Never Sleeps bends sound into something both familiar and surreal.

We make the music we want to hear, staying open to requests that pull us into uncharted genres.

Tomorrow Never Sleeps is about connection. We support those who support us, and when it becomes one-sided, we clear the decks for those who truly tune in.