mid-autumn, the sunrise opens up your eyes
but i'm taking my time,
it's alright, it's fine
when the day is full of air,
and our eyes in the rear-view mirror
our feet can take us anywhere if we only steer them there
you are my brother, and you are my salt
you are my other, and these are my faults
i came alive in that little house
wanna remember the path that we found
when you are sitting there
in the opposite chair
there's no one around to hear
so we'll sing it to the air
you don't know what this means