Standing so free hanging close to the edge
In waves of people I hear still silence
Taking a last valiant leap off the ledge
now savoring the wind’s subtle violence

we've entered the sea of dark crimson red
guiding us through open blue that we trust
so close to the sky we might hit our head
realizing your defiantly august

i follow your lead and you follow mine
traveling further into the expanse
wishing there was not a concept of time
good things always end with no second chance

you take me back where you found me before,
descrying the sound of the crowds once more.