Lights spanning a bridge,
stretching their spangles over the blackness of a grey sky.
The eternal waters running shining and golden,
rippling underneath currents of change.
The future … let it be and live in the present.
Footsore and weary I will find my home
in another’s heart.
I will hold to this hope,
my dream of happiness …
I must be strong and chase it.
Only by losing myself, will I find myself.
Can you see me? Can you catch me?
I’ll carry you, you’ll carry me.
This is how it could be.
stretching their spangles over the blackness of a grey sky.
The eternal waters running shining and golden,
rippling underneath currents of change.
The future … let it be and live in the present.
Footsore and weary I will find my home
in another’s heart.
I will hold to this hope,
my dream of happiness …
I must be strong and chase it.
Only by losing myself, will I find myself.
Can you see me? Can you catch me?
I’ll carry you, you’ll carry me.
This is how it could be.
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