Venturing towards the solidifying plains of perspective
Fields and valleys rapidly breaking apart
Rising into the sky with the breeze-
Our voices. Loud and warm
I see the clouds and how beautiful they look with you
To see the world from above to below
As above
So below
To the words that I rip from every street corner
To the music in foreign tongues
I bow my head in respect
Let fly all the different words that won't solve our hearts

That when the sky rises with the breeze, you'll look to me
Wondering where my arms do lie
And for you, the same
I want to always breath with you
In these plains of perspective, I do