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.