Revisit my old memory, our name's carved in to this tree,
We can reach for the sky and come down empty handed,
Just to find that we can't waste time,
And to capture a glimpse, of a well kept promise,
Proves the weight is enough to keep us up.
Dare we race the sky? Should we even try?
Are we in, over our heads this time?
I can't see, anything.
This could be more than comfort.
This could be ours.
Can you filter the glow, to the point where its so,
Watered down that we can't taste our own,
Can they filter the sound, of the life they let down,
Just a wander between the sky and ground.
Dare we race the sky? Should we even try?
Are we in, over our heads this time?
I can't see, anything.
This could be more than comfort.
This could be ours.
This could be more, this could be ours.
This could be more, this could be ours,
It's something beautiful.