You're walking on thin lines: the ones that hold me up to the sky. It's fine. I realize I will fly regardless. Yet When your eyes don't shine the night's are starless. What good are wings surrounded by darkness?
It's not that you're heartless, it's just that your heart is not quite where it's supposed to be. It's with me and see, I feel I should be free, but free to go where when my heart is nowhere to be found and my life is still up in the air?
I'm bound. Life's not fair. I don't care. I'll continue to rise where you are, and I'll make it there. As long as you never stop lighting my way. So continue to say what you say, love.