Come in on We let the fire burn on your sea deck ♪ Hand it on We let the stars went just haze in glow Moved through our hays As we stop for longings Things you don't keen Breaking lace off that'd been tied us You still here ♪ Within a few years passing by Days are lot to count and still small to talk So why bother counting days If there's still things to speak I think we're curled from the roots I think we're curled from the roots Carved in, over all Yet there's no need to think about our struggles ♪ So still the lips glowing Maybe we going too far made us Can't see the place where we at As long as can be together It's okay Wasted as it goes on Only stale leaves getting dried Moving through our hays You stay same ♪ Come on, let the stars hold the seas down Cheer them on, let the storm sway to season brew Yet there's no need for things