Can you believe how far we've come
Still on our way, still on the run
Stories we made are said and done
Blowed off our steam and smoking guns
Brighter than all of our evenings
It's clearer for me to see things
Too high for us to ever land
I hold you like an ember in my hand
Next to each other like before
Sting of the air on every pore
Stare up at painted galaxies
Forest of stars above the trees
Between us, a touch of skin
We stare and we start to spin
Break off and again, tonight
We're further than out of sight
Similar frames to see through
And welcoming arms to lean to
Through thick and thin, full and few
Stay close and we'll share the same view