Years and miles have passed us
And I have changed so much
Dare I believe that I'll be
Reawakened at your touch?

The thoughts your offer brings me
Are music to my ears
But what if I've grown cold toward
Love after all these years?

I cannot help but overthink
And to expect the worst
Yet you still have this hold on me
You'll always be the first

To choose familiarity
And thus stay close to pain?
Or be uncaged and scattered
In a city of you and rain?