This isn't the last time we'll see each other.
We'll meet again under different skies.
I'll look for you,
You'll look for me,
Though we're blinded by the clouds of society.
I'll search the heavens
For the eyes of your constellation.
With city lights to guide me,
But no north star to find my way
We move on different horizons.
As your pale light fades with the dawn
I look on,
Desperate to find that sense of surreal beauty
That I muse upon this night.
While I plod through the dust and dirt
You forever dance 'round the waking moon.
So, perhaps these differences of our paths
Keep us far away
Solely so that we can better love each other,
Bask in the glow of each other.
But as I lay me down to sleep
I would forsake the city bright
Merely to be subject to your light.