try and make something of nothing
like you thought of me before this
and walk to see the outside of you
while i could meet you there, i'd rather dream just to be surewhen the season ends, you'll see what we want
and when i stand beneath the fall, glazed in red, still you're above us allwhile we turn into the unknown
the morning light stays and still grows
do you remember under the ice?
if i could meet you there, i'd rather dream just to be sure
when the season ends, you'll see what we want
and when i stand beneath the fall, glazed in red, still you're above us all
