Into the sun, full throttle now,
We're so far gone, we'll make it somehow.
In line, in love, in trust, i hope,
The latter is but a slippery slope.
Like stars, apart, so far away,
From truths to lies, I'll hear what you say.
Words are words, but trust depart.
You lean in close to hold my heart.
To brave hell measures not to this,
The love and intimacy: a shame to miss.
For you, I'd give, and hold without fear.
Now you will speak, and the rest I'll hear.