And beautiful times
When we'd lay on the bed
With the world at our feet
And warm our toes
In the echoing sea.
And we'd wait until morning
And creepily sneak
Up to the top
Of every mountain's peak.
And we'd remember the threat
Of waking from sleep
But we'd make the best
Of each memory.
And we'd hold tight to the thoughts
That danced through our heads
And bled through the sleeves
Of each parting dream.
And never did we swear
We won't make it
We can't fake it.
We believed in a fate
Much bigger than ourselves
And we paraded through halls
Much deeper than hell
And we fell for each other
Like drowning in wells
But our souls floated upwards
And rang bucket bells
And safe we remained
In our bodies
And stairwells.
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