It looks as if we have it all, when we're givin' our toast,
but whose to see that we're fallin' apart,
crumbling to pieces to because we tried too hard.
We didn't reach the surface to catch our breaths,
we simply fell, and pulled each other to the deepest depths.
Titanic hasn't seen the bottom like we have
and yet the Moon hasn't felt the highs we grasp.
Some days we burst like gases in stars,
and other days we appear as still as mars.
I never thought you and I would crash and burn,
but at last, look its our turn...
Where do we go from here?
Darlin' Im not sure so I'm letting you steer.
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