As I ascended into the air, the window lost its glare, and the day faded into the night. I told myself that I wouldn't care while I blankly stared out the window of my flight.
As I asked, you stared, \"Should I be staying here with you?\" Your silence spoke volumes.
One night, one glance, and we were locked into our dance. Uneven are we, as my arms grow weak from holding me up. Our lives, no chance. I part your legs and get in stance. Uneven are we, as my arms grow weak from holding me up.
The rushing of air in the stratosphere beat into my head something very clear: As I stepped out and onto the ground, your laughter, a sound, that I knew I'd never hear again.
One night, one glance, and we were locked into our dance. Uneven are we, as my arms grow weak from holding me up. Our lives, no chance. I part your legs and get in stance. Uneven are we, as my arms grow weak from holding me up.
Never mind about our past or where we've end up now, it's obvious that you don't feel the same, and it's driving me insane. I wanted to see us grow old. \"To have and to hold\", but I guess I'm giving up on you.
One night, one glance, and we were locked into our dance. Uneven are we, as my arms grow weak from holding me up. Our lives, no chance. I part your legs and get in stance. Uneven are we, as my arms grow weak from holding me up.