Don't be hiding in sorrow, or clinging to the past, with your beauty so precious and the season so fast. No matter how cold the horizon appears, or how far the first night when I held you near, you gotta rise from these ashes like a bird of flame. Step out of the shadow, we gotta go where we can shine.
For all that we struggle, for all we pretend, it don't come down to nothing, except love in the end. And ours is a road that is strewn with goodbyes, but as it all unfolds, as it all unwinds, remember your soul is the one thing you can't compromise. Take my hand, we're gonna go, where, we, can, shine.
Through the windows of midnight,
moonfoam and silver.
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