Come to terms with light and dark.
The presence of one gives weight to the other,
And try not, not to break yourself.
This fight is not your last.
In youth, we praise the moon,
All the stories that we're told
Our eyes, our skin, they gleam
Turned earth between our toes.
No looks exchanged the night is creeping at our feet.
We pierce the air with warmth,
Every word that we speak.
We are infinite soil envies us.
The sky and sea will meet
But they'll never touch.
You're my confidante, my only one.
These numbered days the fight of moon and sun.
You don't walk your path alone
It's killing me to know,
That it's killing you to go
Head first into the night
We will make our escape unknown
If they want, they've got a fight
Our eyes against the night
We won't turn back
It gets harder to breathe with the
Time placed between our hands;
That last time that we spoke.
Well we're older now and though it hurts,
No taking back, I meant every word I wrote.
We've encompassed a notion
That our eyes are all tired
But the truth spans an ocean:
The shadows conspire.
So consult the writings
Our journey is not a waste
Though the end is inviting
Refer to the start of the page.
They would have
Us become
Silhouettes,
But I will not
Be moved to
A state of
Hopelessness
And constant
Loss.
You don't walk your path alone
It's killing me to know
That it's killing you to go
Head first into the night
We will make our escape unknown
If they want, they've got a fight
Our eyes against the night
We won't turn back
