Maybe you'll destroy all that I've made
but at the end of the day it's the words
Maybe you will fly me to the stars
but when we fall back down what
will you ask of me, of me
and don't you let go til its there,
and walk around in a new place
Maybe you will end my mortal;
days but when we meet again
will you recognise my face, my face
Maybe you will wipe my memory clean
but will you be the one who shows me
and don't you let go til its there,
and walk around in a new place
and don't you let go til its there,
and walk around in a new place