i watch the sun set over your shoulder, it gives us the chance to live, we'll watch the
stars streak across the sky, i'll see the moon reflecting in your eyes
we've got to take it slow, let the sunrise see us as what we were, and what we will be
feel the wind move through the trees, and hold my hand for a minute, please,
cause i can't help but to share this all with you
you're pulling us closer to what you want, and what i want is a scrying glass to see how
this will work out in the end.