Everything is in the eye of the beholder
And nothing is what it seems
So I looked up and noticed
Her!
A red dot in a drab, grey mass
A sense of hope in a world
Where everything good
Is reduced to ashes
And everything bad
Becomes the base of who we are

We were kept apart
But kept on trying
To reach out to one another
And through imagination
And communication
One red dot brought forth a second
And we set our world on fire

We have banished the bad
The drab, grey mass
So that all is left
Is a house and another house
And two red dots
Clinging on to each other
Everything is in the eye of the beholder
So I will just keep my eyes on you.
Until we are reduced to ashes.