Let's take the narrow staircase up to the top floor
Hold my fingers tight, I'll follow through trap doors
But it's colder than I remember, and it's a bit too late for this.
These words have gone out quickly
Do they still exist, are we saving this?
And if we fall, can I make it up again?
And if you're gone, can I still find you?
Or is it all we get, thirty years and a sunset,
Is it all the same anyway?
Let's take our precious twilight and trade it for daylight
To see is to believe, don't you dare blink or break free.
But you're colder than I remember, and it's a bit too late for this.
These dreams have gone out quickly
Do they still exist, are we calling quits?