We've met each other from opposite directions...
an intersection
let's call it a perfectly woven
web of connections
where we play in the sand
and I reach for your hand
n' our voices echo
while the heavens above
breath in and then out
as we playfully shout
  running along sunny beach shores...
n' it's just a dream
where nothing's real
or, so it seems..
'cause when we look
up in the sky
we both see
photos
floating so high
they move across
in the shape of a stream...
Yeah, it's like one big
magical dream
where all things converge
like two souls that merge
shaping
us
into one shining star ...
shooting wide,
shooting..
far.