It's like we're a movie, slow and thoughtful

Our feet buried deep in the knee-high grass

A thousand different stop signs in my sight

Every one I'm running, heartbeat jumping

We could let go, touch the sky

(Higher, higher, we could fly)

And lately I've been thinking

All about those late night calls

And the loving words

You know I wish…

Our footprints lasted always in the dirt

You wouldn't want to run away

I can see our fingers intertwined

But I can't feel it

I can't feel it…

Trapped in the dance of death

I cannot push you off,

I cannot tango back

In an ocean rising falling,

Swept up to sink again