You were not devoid of a soul when I reached out for your hand.
I've been so alone that I didn't understand how I lost you in the sand.
I thought that when we moved on I would never have strength to pass.
I wont knock on glass, knowing that the first could also be the very last.
You and Me see past the "fakest" smile that lingers only a awhile.
We stay for the ride with mirages aside. (Since we've already lost our pride.)
You and Me wont let fate pull the threads when the vulture of life is over our heads.
We would face the stings and suffer the scorching(s). (Since we've already seen the better things.)
Things no one can appreciate...
Don't these people know that people like You and Me will never fall to the sunlight's flame?
Couldn't you see how hard I cried for another adventure or another ride?
Don't these people know that people like You and Me will beat the pain when they're calling us insane?
And yet I, somehow, believe you and I will inevitably meet at a high tide.