Heaven's filled with the reflections of a thousand wishes, made out of fire. Something to hope for, a reason to stay. I saw mine through a front room window so I grabbed my coat and went outside.
I found you standing on the side- walk and I found truth. I grabbed my phone and crossed the street. Thank you for last spring. I hope you are well. Here's to next year, must it bring us both the days that we've worked for.
Here are hours that I can't recall but I saw it on film. I seemed to be happy so I take it that I must have been. Next thing I know I sit on a couch, it's six in the morning on January first. It's my brother's birth- day and you're still by my side.
There might be fire but fire soon turns us to ashes.