I could live and live and never die
I have this thing where I write and write and try to tell a story through these ink splattered words.
I could live and live and live and never die
Through the mountains we walk, and the deserts we run.
And we run until we find love.
I could never ever die until the wishing well is well overflown.
I will fill it and fill it with all the wishes of the world
And we will continue to walk the mountains and run the deserts and search and search for the love we felt.
But we will never die because we will live and live and never die.