so what if we made coffins of the people we once were
And ran beside each other in another kind of world
Where everything is blooming, feeding life into our bones
untangling our minds and making perfect all we've known
I'd like to think we'd learn to see the sadness in the truth
And let the eyes of passion show us what we need to do
So rather than exist inside the shallowness of skin
We'd just as quickly settle into what we hold within
I'll give it up to weakness, every doubt that I once had
await a day that tarried but was always holding fast