The morning ends, we go down,
never wait to look around the room
and get back what I miss, before it fades for good.
Can't you see the way we see, is the same in between glass?
It doesn't matter it's hurting, it's worth it.
Doesn't matter the world is crumbling
when it's the only thing you have.
It's the only thing we have.
The night ends, we go up,
wait to believe what's inside
or give away every single thing out of reach.
Promise me to let it be, it won't fail because of this.
Even though it's the thousandth time we're here,
the truth is there's nowhere else i'd rather be.