We lose our days as the wind kisses us away.
Blue skies are calling, here we come.
This is the dawn of a new day,
don't let them take that away.
Rolling thunder claws at my quiet mind
and I'm finally beginning to crack.
I've never let go of anything before.
How can my hands have gotten so cold?
How could they betray me so?
Blue skies are calling and my cries answer,
"Things can never change!"